Ten minutes of someone else's internal monologue.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
9:59-10:09
and. so. there isn't so much going on maybe. i have been feeling calm. or i have been feeling tense and remembering to relax. i have been thinking about funny, at least in looking back, to think about the things i've tried to hide, and how transparent it was. i don't take it personally, i think it a trait of humanity. a part of the link. was feeling more flow. now at peace with something else. a resignation, maybe. ... ... ... okay, so i'll just keep going like i got on a train and its going somewhere there is movement and its going and chug chug chug chuggauggachugga. up and around. there aren't any train tracks around here. at least not that run across roads. and there certainly aren't any trains. maybe not even in the whole of marin county. there is a stagecoach of public transportation, but no trains. i guess they haul all the milk away in trucks. probably better that way, refrigeration and all. but then they have refrigerated rail cars, right? who knows. my uncle might know. he used to be real into trains. he used to watch trains like they were a river. a scheduled river. i don't think he does that anymore. maybe, some. but he is older now and didn't get a new bike after he wrecked his previous one. that is all really. i shouldn't say that. its a lie. there is much much more. about my uncle? yes. and on other things. like upping the, whats it called, you know, upping the standards or goals, or base line or strategy or you know, advancement.
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