12/13/2010

Trains

So many bubbles of sound. Furtive glances. Collective swaying. Collective dread.

The suits. The bags. The window seats. Ever-present sniffles and splutters.

An understanding of position, an acknowledgement of time, a hope for change of circumstance.

Amongst the many, a pretentious boy blogging on his phone.
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12/09/2010

Tweaked

The sun warms me, even through my windshield. As I sit back and close my eyes I feel it even more; softly blanketting my skin. I melt a little. The mellow sounds of triple j waft through my car. They permeate the air, and perfectly alter the frequency of the space around me. In this moment I feel life is fine tuned. However fleeting it may be, I've had this moment, and countless others before it. I'm lucky. And grateful. I just don't know to who, or to what.
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12/07/2010

The kid

I'm sitting next to a quiet boy on the train. He's going to imax with his classmates. It's hard to tell how old they are, maybe grade 6? He reminds me of myself. They call him Dimitri but his name is really James. He makes a joke about having been overseas - to Tasmania. I appreciate it more than his friends seem to. They tease him a lot and he tries to laugh it off. He sits slouched, arms crossed. He has a goofy smile, which I'm happy to see he manages every so often. In the spirit of things; James, it gets better!! I wish I could tell him he's a cool kid without being creepy...
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