to those that have come before me...
so here i am... on the outbound train. Theres something almost magical to the sound of that expression. Some of my favorite writers/musicians have championed the meaning of being on an outbound train. Their journeys to the great unknown, a great new beginning have started with that ride on an outbound train. What lies ahead, they are never quite sure. What they leave behind is what matters. Their old lives, old memories (good or bad), old relationships and heartbreaks. This is their adventure to the great unknown; to potential greatness. For me, this is merely the outbound ride home. Back to what is familiar to me. Nothing special. except maybe Im not the same coming home. Maybe what has latched onto me is a new found self, a New Found Glory.
So how did that sound? All nice and full of vague meanings?... Well it should of man. Thats what I WAS aiming for after all. Geesh! What it all is in actuality is simply me trying to add meaning to a boring train ride home from the grand ole city of Chicago. I had back to those cookie-cutter suburbs I have previous dissected and mocked. I hope to soon leave these beige surroundings for the multi-colored palette of the city landscape. A place where those i call my best friends live. Where my favorite, and soon to be favorite bands play in tiny, dive bars that have somehow endeared themselves to the inhabitants of this vast metropolis. TO the overpopulated and non-rent controlled tennements. This my dear friend is the destination of your narrator. Well soon atleast, i plan.
For the meantime i travel this sardine tin on rusted rails back to familiar surroundings. With a headache caused by reading and writing while sitting sideways on uncomfortable seats. For truth be told, I easy get motion sickness. This is not a defect i speak of often. usually I just "suck it up," but i fear this may be the only time i have to sit down and have this conversation with you. I am easily distracted and the train offers little distraction besides people watching (which I will fill you in on at a later date).
So how did that sound? All nice and full of vague meanings?... Well it should of man. Thats what I WAS aiming for after all. Geesh! What it all is in actuality is simply me trying to add meaning to a boring train ride home from the grand ole city of Chicago. I had back to those cookie-cutter suburbs I have previous dissected and mocked. I hope to soon leave these beige surroundings for the multi-colored palette of the city landscape. A place where those i call my best friends live. Where my favorite, and soon to be favorite bands play in tiny, dive bars that have somehow endeared themselves to the inhabitants of this vast metropolis. TO the overpopulated and non-rent controlled tennements. This my dear friend is the destination of your narrator. Well soon atleast, i plan.
For the meantime i travel this sardine tin on rusted rails back to familiar surroundings. With a headache caused by reading and writing while sitting sideways on uncomfortable seats. For truth be told, I easy get motion sickness. This is not a defect i speak of often. usually I just "suck it up," but i fear this may be the only time i have to sit down and have this conversation with you. I am easily distracted and the train offers little distraction besides people watching (which I will fill you in on at a later date).