Jun 05, 2010 22:58
I wrote a story about the overnight bus ride from paris to amsterdam.
I wrote about the fast food, the indian couple, the falling asleep on each other, the farmer and the UFO, the hazy memories, the smells, the darkness, the itchy sweater, the bad economy, the fighting, the maps, the train, the music, the man by the heater, the concrete, the grey, the sick, the fanny packs, the marijuana, and the dutch.
Gone now. That always happens when I try to write stories. Not sure what the lesson is.