It's 5 o'clock somewhere.
I found this passage to be of interest to me now that I ride the train during rush hour. I wrote this on 1-16-02 but I'm not sure why I was meeting Kim during this hectic time of day. This particular piece is a response to Ezra Pound's "In a Station of the Metro".
I thought of the huge peak hour crowd at Penn Station. I thought of how I stood in the middle of it all, the rushing and pushing, and there I stood...rotating slowly looking for my sister. Faces rushed past me on all sides. The glimpses would make me dizzy because the pace was incredible. Everyone moved at the same fast speed and I was in the way. It did not stop them though. They pushed past me, sometimes maybe through me. They became ghosts. They were packed in there tightly, from wall to wall, nobody noticing each other, all eyes straight ahead, looking for their own destination. They just seemed to appear to me out of nowhere because just a few hours previous to this, I would be standing alone. They all seemed to disappear when I spotted my sister.
I thought of the huge peak hour crowd at Penn Station. I thought of how I stood in the middle of it all, the rushing and pushing, and there I stood...rotating slowly looking for my sister. Faces rushed past me on all sides. The glimpses would make me dizzy because the pace was incredible. Everyone moved at the same fast speed and I was in the way. It did not stop them though. They pushed past me, sometimes maybe through me. They became ghosts. They were packed in there tightly, from wall to wall, nobody noticing each other, all eyes straight ahead, looking for their own destination. They just seemed to appear to me out of nowhere because just a few hours previous to this, I would be standing alone. They all seemed to disappear when I spotted my sister.