"But there are lots like us, with no grave but the stage."

Saturday, February 13, 2010

the last thing you forget.

2.12.10 - 3:41pm

Sitting on a platform bench, watching icicles return to their natural state of water. I missed the first train so this is Take Two: Somerville.

I'm off to the city, and when I say city, I'd hope it's implied that I mean New York City. I got my backpack stuffed with the essentials: music, water, some clothes, some stress relief and this "sociology" notebook along with this pen, which is now frozen and has become part of my hand.

Everyone's glancing left. Time to ride the rails.

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