Alien Landscape

Anna

there are too many driftwood in my head; the splinters are giving me a migraine which i can't feel, but there is this constriction in my chest. i gave two of my Bright Eyes album to Fir for a month. there. do you see now how much i love you, little man? now i cannot even cheat out of misery with Connor crooning his hoarse hormonal voice into my ears.

there was tanned chinese woman in her forties who sat beside me on the train. she had eyes of brown glass which was shielding a tired wisdom beneath. she spoke to me out of nowhere. i was not surprised but pleased immensely because train rides are lonely and the chinese girls and women and men all wear hostile looks on their yellow faces. i am thankful towards her even if her words were as simple as a single ant. they were just as mighty and heavy in a certain perspective. we exchanged in total about four or so sentences with comfortable silences in between. i got off at my stop after saying a soft bye to her of which she returned with kind 'bye bye' followed by a wise and sad smile.

i wish i have an album of all these strangers who would talk to me out of the blue like they have an unconscious tugging symphaty for my island existence which propelled them to sudden interaction out of the untapped kindness of their hearts. i wish i can at least remember their faces.
Posted by NHJ 7/28/2005 07:02:00 pm

Thursday, July 28, 2005