early morning train
early morning train
song qian & gui xian
some things are too difficult to say
song qian loves taking early morning trains. deserted seats, stray candy wrappers scurrying around the floor, the distinct smell of airconditioning untainted by beer breath or sweat.
the walls outside are covered with graffiti, but the train is too fast for her to read them properly.
what did these people write? why did they write it? was it so hard for them to say it instead?
if i had a blank wall to myself, what would i write? she thinks.
she traces a name on the empty seat next to her.
gui xian. gui xian. song qian and gui xian.
song qian & gui xian
some things are too difficult to say
song qian loves taking early morning trains. deserted seats, stray candy wrappers scurrying around the floor, the distinct smell of airconditioning untainted by beer breath or sweat.
the walls outside are covered with graffiti, but the train is too fast for her to read them properly.
what did these people write? why did they write it? was it so hard for them to say it instead?
if i had a blank wall to myself, what would i write? she thinks.
she traces a name on the empty seat next to her.
gui xian. gui xian. song qian and gui xian.