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days before we came
Nov. 22nd, 2009 02:46 amI'm too tired to write a decent entry. Maybe some other time.
Came into my head when I was on the train:
//In this moment, my world is just this carriage, long steel tube. Flourescent lighting. Green blue seats and the guy with the beard. The floor scattered with papers and wrappers. Nomadic world, but we carry our own debris.
The street lights that clash periodically against the black windows are satellites, planets, stars, galaxies far away. The world is just me and the guy with the beard. Just me and the automated voice telling me where I'm supposed to be going.
The world is in motion, but I've never been more bored.//
Came into my head when I was on the train:
//In this moment, my world is just this carriage, long steel tube. Flourescent lighting. Green blue seats and the guy with the beard. The floor scattered with papers and wrappers. Nomadic world, but we carry our own debris.
The street lights that clash periodically against the black windows are satellites, planets, stars, galaxies far away. The world is just me and the guy with the beard. Just me and the automated voice telling me where I'm supposed to be going.
The world is in motion, but I've never been more bored.//
