May 30, 2014
It is a pretty good day all told even though I am on the train. Yes, I am on the damn train. I can feel the train rocking; I can smell the dry rot from the cushions and the naphthalene from the Conductor’s uniform. Outside, I see the soup of seeds drifting by in the sun, but I know it is an illusion. Some part of it is an illusion. I wonder which part is real. The train is moving. Can I get off the train? A small boy walks up and asks for a nickel to buy a soda.