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Spotlights, deadlights, parking lot brawls and ripped edges of forest against the sky tumble past for hours. I think I could learn to love trains, if their motion didn't make me so fucking miserable.
This is the right city to be alone in. This city treats me well. It takes me to and from with well-oiled aplomb. It feeds me, has things to say about who built it and endless scenes of brick, leaves, kissing, curbside sandwiches, bicycle spills and sticky children to show me.
That feeling of ecstatic aloneness? When you've got the earbuds in and most languages plugged out? Yeah, it feels good.
I can buy apples of the province, worry about my brother. Tell myself those cavernous spaces for growing (the lungs, the belly, the brain) are going to get a fantastic education.
This is the right city to be alone in. This city treats me well. It takes me to and from with well-oiled aplomb. It feeds me, has things to say about who built it and endless scenes of brick, leaves, kissing, curbside sandwiches, bicycle spills and sticky children to show me.
That feeling of ecstatic aloneness? When you've got the earbuds in and most languages plugged out? Yeah, it feels good.
I can buy apples of the province, worry about my brother. Tell myself those cavernous spaces for growing (the lungs, the belly, the brain) are going to get a fantastic education.