2003-04-03 - 5:32 p.m.
A little child ruined the train for me.
It's not like I enjoy the commute. Trudging back from work where everyday the sky seems to be a peculiar shade of grey. People's faces look deflated under the light of the subway car.
But the only time I take pleasure, the only moment I allow myself to breathe, is when the lights go out.
You know, the way the train slows down and the the lights flicker once, twice, then quietly cease. Suddenly movie syndrome kicks in and the everyone just shuts up.
It's like being in a Chris Van Allsburg book.****
But last week, a young girl destroyed the perfect silence.
Whenever the train got to the point of blissful quiet, she would catapult herself from one wall to the other, bellowing "BOOOOO!!!!" in a shrill, screeechy voice.
Every. Fucking. Time.
I began to see a small bullseye on her jugular, pulsating, beckoning me to place my hands around her tiny neck.
Everyone just laughed at her antics, but I could see right through her little game.
Bitch.
~j
+Calexico/ Feast of Wire+
****[http://www.anguish.org/~greyson/allsburg/library.shtml. If you have never seen this book, go by it immmediately. He worte Jumanji, but The Mysteries of Harris Brudick, breathtaking.]****
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