Who is on a train is a sign that he wants to go somewhere, and it does always and only in view of something else. That is, your goal is elsewhere: the only exception is traveling staff. Our life is full of those instrumental activities and vicarious, in the course of which more than living, hope to live, or rather, we live waiting for something else. They can be atrocious, such as bureaucracy and disease (defined as "bureaucracy of the body"), or neutral,
as the trip, exactly. These are the moments in which we act as the vehicle of ourselves. That's what I call the vicevida.