is the last station on the line, and the furthest outpost. I grew up just beyond a terminal terminal, a 20 minute walk from the northernmost subway station in Toronto, which isn't really very far out at all.
Imaginary adventure: seek the terminal terminal of an asiatic train line, the furthest outpost. Consider, the train system has become rundown, and the further out one goes the less reliable. It might take luck to get out to the final stop. I think something of this might happen in a story by Bruno Schultz that I didn't finish reading. It also has an element of the Yellow Arrow by Pelevin (?!?).
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