27th October ‘11

TRAIN CARRIAGE TALE

Could all these people, gathered here by chance, have the same complicated desires as I do?

Could all these people, gathered here by chance, have the same complicated desires as I do? The same strange rules?

Could all these people, gathered here by chance, have the same complicated desires as I do? The same strange rules? The constricting personal values?

Maybe life has handed me these rules and hard wired them in me, creating a formula to live by.

Could the life of this person passing.

Could the life of this person passing. This person passing.

Could the life of this person passing. This person passing. This person passing.

Could the life of this person passing. This person passing. This person passing. Be as vivid as mine?

We all love, don't we? We all have desires that are directed at others? We all have plans that fill the gaping hole of our time?

The man passing smiled to himself. The smile created a link he may never have noticed.

The man passing smiled to himself. The smile created a link he may never have noticed. What had he imagined?

The man passing smiled to himself. The smile created a link he may never have noticed. What had he imagined? What detail had he remembered?

The man passing smiled to himself. The smile created a link he may never have noticed. What had he imagined? What detail had he remembered? What had he observed?

We mesh together. At times. We drift at others. Seemingly alone. Seemingly free of bonds and the obligation of others.

One could say that we owe our lives to others. It seems possible, but at times, when I want to believe that I am definitely alone, it is so hard to imagine.

An undulating breeze pushes through the train carriage, sweeping past hundreds of congregated people. My thought is broken. A woman clutching a novel looks up.