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so the train was four hours longer than it was supposed to be (14 hours total). i sat next to a simple-minded man named jim from newark with a thick new jersey accent a withered face. He affixed the words "and evwything" to the end of each sentence, which I decided was rather eloquent in the grand, all-encompassing scheme of things. he bought me a soda and apologized profusely for it and for speaking to me, because he's "an ol' guy" and he "don't wantchoo to think i'm twyin' to pick up a youn' girwl, and evwything."
sitting behind me was a nun who, by the time we got to DC, became very close friends with the tired old southern grandmother she was sitting next to. i overheard them exchange their life stories/dealings with "the man upstairs" in short spurts, as i drifted in and out of sleep.
we pulled into penn station at 1:45 am and i decided against the subway and took a $20 cab. my west-african driver laughed and told me it took only 12 hours to get to his home (in africa) by plane.
i think that traveling for long periods on ground, be it by train or car or bus, is probably the closest i will ever get to transcending space and time. 14 hours and i can only hold onto a few concrete images and sounds, and i swear, if everyone around me weren't complaining about the time, i would just be sitting there, floating up & out of my chair, maybe.
my heart is in my throat because here i am and it feels so much like home. it's incredibly hot (but i like the heat) and today i went to strawberry fields and smoked with the hippies in the grass under a tree while someone played the beatles on a duct-taped acoustic guitar.
i didn't get my shit together and now i'm going to miss the slam at nuyorican but there are plenty of fridays in the universe and this is going to be a fucking great month. fucking great.
sitting behind me was a nun who, by the time we got to DC, became very close friends with the tired old southern grandmother she was sitting next to. i overheard them exchange their life stories/dealings with "the man upstairs" in short spurts, as i drifted in and out of sleep.
we pulled into penn station at 1:45 am and i decided against the subway and took a $20 cab. my west-african driver laughed and told me it took only 12 hours to get to his home (in africa) by plane.
i think that traveling for long periods on ground, be it by train or car or bus, is probably the closest i will ever get to transcending space and time. 14 hours and i can only hold onto a few concrete images and sounds, and i swear, if everyone around me weren't complaining about the time, i would just be sitting there, floating up & out of my chair, maybe.
my heart is in my throat because here i am and it feels so much like home. it's incredibly hot (but i like the heat) and today i went to strawberry fields and smoked with the hippies in the grass under a tree while someone played the beatles on a duct-taped acoustic guitar.
i didn't get my shit together and now i'm going to miss the slam at nuyorican but there are plenty of fridays in the universe and this is going to be a fucking great month. fucking great.