I think one of the worst people to have standing in front of you in a crowded train is someone who brings on a big rucksack and doesn't bother to take it off, and then slowly backs into you, encroaching on your space with the rucksack.

Look behind you!

If I said everything that was on my mind, would I feel as if I'm still bipolar? Just because a train goes one of two ways, a car is limited by a road and an airplane has its own destination held by no obvious signs, is that the way my mind runs? Forever congested with many a thought process stuck in a slow train wrecking, air plane diving, twenty ( Read more... )