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I have been quite ill, been trying to figure out how to manage my work life, and any time one learns that a relative dies it's rough. Any time that one learns that this relative was 'in horrible pain' and was 'begging for death' at one point - a bit more rough.
I stayed late to try and implement phase one in my work plans to de-stress and arrive at the train a bit late. The 10 car train pulls up which guarantees I will get a seat. I enter and sit down. Across from me are a guy and a girl sharing a set of headphones and he is singing along to a song I don't recognize. I think about moving down the car so I can read without being distracted, but decide not to. They are young and in love and I felt like I could use being around that type of thing.
The guy stops singing, hands her the headphones and falls asleep on her shoulder. I sink into my book, another piece of mental junk food focusing on Conan the Cimmerian. The barbarian conquers in an amazing display of blood and anger. My stop is coming up next so I put down my book and look around. For the first time, I notice the girl has a 3 foot by 2 foot flat carrying case with a Academy of Art University of San Francisco logo, I think it must contain a canvas or something. I notice she is sketching.
I walk over to the door and wait to arrive. I try to look over and look at what she is drawing without being too obvious. I see that she has drawn a figure sitting on a train bench intently reading a book - in the exact pose that I had minutes ago. I make a sound translated as 'Heh.' She looks up. I smile. She smiles. The guy stirs but doesn't wake.
I walked home wondering if my moment of escapism is going to be hanging on someone's wall or fridge or museum wall someday.
I stayed late to try and implement phase one in my work plans to de-stress and arrive at the train a bit late. The 10 car train pulls up which guarantees I will get a seat. I enter and sit down. Across from me are a guy and a girl sharing a set of headphones and he is singing along to a song I don't recognize. I think about moving down the car so I can read without being distracted, but decide not to. They are young and in love and I felt like I could use being around that type of thing.
The guy stops singing, hands her the headphones and falls asleep on her shoulder. I sink into my book, another piece of mental junk food focusing on Conan the Cimmerian. The barbarian conquers in an amazing display of blood and anger. My stop is coming up next so I put down my book and look around. For the first time, I notice the girl has a 3 foot by 2 foot flat carrying case with a Academy of Art University of San Francisco logo, I think it must contain a canvas or something. I notice she is sketching.
I walk over to the door and wait to arrive. I try to look over and look at what she is drawing without being too obvious. I see that she has drawn a figure sitting on a train bench intently reading a book - in the exact pose that I had minutes ago. I make a sound translated as 'Heh.' She looks up. I smile. She smiles. The guy stirs but doesn't wake.
I walked home wondering if my moment of escapism is going to be hanging on someone's wall or fridge or museum wall someday.