Notes from the Cleveland Line 1

[midday_volery]

Although the train was delayed longer than usual, the thing that struck me as really odd was the young punk with the BMX chatting nonchalantly to an elderly woman. The kid normally stares out the window with his headphones on full blast. A businesswoman, who had just got on the train, joined in the conversation. I was not paying attention to what

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[bluecarp]

I love these musings on trains. A lama once likened "bardo" or that passageway between this life and the next as being in a train or airport. Observing the activity until you arrive at your next destination.

[midday_volery]

bardo - how interesting, sounds kinda saucy too. i battle with destinations though. perhaps i resent the intellect's powers; convincing us continuously that we can have destinations at all. nirvana, i guess, being the liberation from these ontological agonies - the unthinkable graveyard of trains!? i must confess to harbouring an undignified distaste to such a transcendence, seeing the heady experience of becoming on one train or another as a fundamental principle to the cosmos. i have been thinking about the eeire immobile trains in troy that hypochondrique mentioned: the thought of those trains slowly decomposing whilst other things continue apace around them is a wonderful reversal of intensity - yet seemingly the same glorious laws in action. ps. i love your icon - does it have a story?

[bluecarp]

Interesting. That is food for thought.

The naga in my icon? Oh yes, there is always a story ;).