Derailed.
Trains clattering through
A midnight village-- smokestacks
Point to distant stars
I've taken up late-night walks once again. I used to go on them from time to time back when I was a freshman. Then came sophomore year and I basically just stayed indoors. I suppose I should give a shout-out to Lauren for reminding me of the fact that late night walks can be refreshing. Not that she really said this word-for-word, but it didn't make me feel so strange to want to do something like that.
Beyond that- the last few nights I've been walking out to the John F. Kennedy Bridge (dear John, you recall it, out near the coffee house) and watching the trains go by underneath me. It's a very disconcerting feeling, but I don't mind it one bit. The sound of the passing cars really exhilirates me. I suppose this is a throwback from when I was a little boy. My family lived near the train tracks in a trailer, and I remember that I was excited almost every time one went by (which, at that time, was a thrice-daily affair).
But anyhow, the experience of watching the train pass under me is rather interesting. Looking straight into the oncoming train and the light which (because of some ocular problems) seems to drown out the darkness, I couldn't help but stand back a moment because it seemed as though it was coming straight at me. Yet it passed and noise was overwhelming. And suddenly, it was gone. Tiffin's a pretty quiet place at night- amazingly so. I suppose that's one reason why I really treasure the hour or two I spend wandering around. It's rather safe, you know. And the peace is great after a lot of work.
Today, I am suffering from a terrible headache. I've been contemplating Dylan Thomas way too much. This dude now owns my life. But I must prove that he had some Oedipal issues, coupled with a fear of sex for my lit theory paper. There's a lot more to it than that.
That's enough for now.
A midnight village-- smokestacks
Point to distant stars
I've taken up late-night walks once again. I used to go on them from time to time back when I was a freshman. Then came sophomore year and I basically just stayed indoors. I suppose I should give a shout-out to Lauren for reminding me of the fact that late night walks can be refreshing. Not that she really said this word-for-word, but it didn't make me feel so strange to want to do something like that.
Beyond that- the last few nights I've been walking out to the John F. Kennedy Bridge (dear John, you recall it, out near the coffee house) and watching the trains go by underneath me. It's a very disconcerting feeling, but I don't mind it one bit. The sound of the passing cars really exhilirates me. I suppose this is a throwback from when I was a little boy. My family lived near the train tracks in a trailer, and I remember that I was excited almost every time one went by (which, at that time, was a thrice-daily affair).
But anyhow, the experience of watching the train pass under me is rather interesting. Looking straight into the oncoming train and the light which (because of some ocular problems) seems to drown out the darkness, I couldn't help but stand back a moment because it seemed as though it was coming straight at me. Yet it passed and noise was overwhelming. And suddenly, it was gone. Tiffin's a pretty quiet place at night- amazingly so. I suppose that's one reason why I really treasure the hour or two I spend wandering around. It's rather safe, you know. And the peace is great after a lot of work.
Today, I am suffering from a terrible headache. I've been contemplating Dylan Thomas way too much. This dude now owns my life. But I must prove that he had some Oedipal issues, coupled with a fear of sex for my lit theory paper. There's a lot more to it than that.
That's enough for now.