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The Train Boy 2
Oh, sitting on a train for 3,000 hours sure makes you crazy. So, here goes an abstract portrayel of my present condition:
Rain falls chin chin chin on the iron, glass and leaf world. On my yoga mat it goes chip chip chip. A cool breeze breezes in and wafts the smoke from my cigarette into the lounge, where tatami awaits me for a lie down. Stretching my face with a grimmace and a scowl, my neighbour watches perplexed. I live in Japan, but where is she now? I cannot see Fuji or a temple or sushi. Ah, my tatami and train sound effects remind me. I write a Blog to play with words and words they play with me. I had a game of football with "camouflage" only yesterday, and we lost the ball in the trees. Sitting down, I remember how it felt to be young, but can't really remember it like it was. Reminiscing is like painting a new world : Those emotions can never be the ones we used to have. But, even so, it's nice to do. The past is more like the present sometimes. Or maybe the past is the present. But the rain still falls and I hadn't noticed....Sitting on a train for 3,000 hours sure makes you crazy.
posted by PA on Wednesday, June 09, 2004
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