—I love you, I whispered to all, to none.
—Love not lightly, I heard him say.

A synthesis of Just Kids and Woolgathering, M Train echoes the life and constant journey of the artist-writer paired with Patti Smith's introspection, mythical language, and spiritual imagination. The importance she places on artifacts, the books she read, the malaise of the writer that is all too familiar to me. Like Just Kids, Smith mourns more of her losses, and I sympathize, if only for the imminence of my loss, yet to come.

I lost myself in the purview of her language. I believed the existence of everything she wrote about. In some moments, I wanted to dream like Smith does, but instantly regretted it. I love how I dream. I will never relinquish the image of the love of my life, in a print dress spattered with yellow flowers, bursting into my room to tell me, in my delirious, sleeping state, that it is snowing outside. Not even for a prophetic cowpoke.