Day: January 11, 2005

She seemed alone on the train. There had been an accident. Earlier, an apologetic man in a uniform had handed out canst cans

EDIT: I attempted a text phone post, but it arrived mangled. Original text as follows:

She seemed alone on the train. There had been an accident. Earlier, an apologetic man in a uniform had handed out cans of sodapop. That was hours ago. Now it is dark, the windows like black mirrors, the air conditioning rattling to overpower any outside sound. She might as well be on the moon.

Yesterday I put Umbriel on the train as if it were easy for me, then I went and sat by the long aquarium of sharks in Union Station and lured pigeons into perching on my hands. I watched the field of people stream by and thought about the strange possibilities our world now offers. We met in a Nightclub, both briefly in the wrong part of the world, dreaming of travel. Strippers half-heartedly danced to goth music as we played pool in the next room over. Red velvet curtains and beaded sconce lampshades. It was a night out of Hollywood, a midnight flick shown on a silver screen, and somehow we fit right in. We live in a land of choices, digital information networks, and options to mesh worldview with a letter tossed off with a little bit of typing.