Spray paint landscape.
That’s what happens when a cr@ppy writer uses the outside of a train window as his canvas. Living inside a bottle of beer should be very similar.
If you think that here the prices of the tickets are wayyyys far from bein’ cheap (close to the theft level, IMHO), a clean train should be the guaranteed minimum service.
"I’m a genie in a bottle baby, come, come, come on and let me out"