Train(ed) brain: 17 May 2012

The train slid through consecutive suburbs as if imitating a designated moving room flowing across boundaries and over-played political rhetoric.

On the train we are alone. We are together only because the train is so full. you are sitting so close to me too close to me and I admire your strange posture. Is it native or did you have it especially cultivated and did you force your body and your beautiful slinky spine to accustom to it? Another instant culture, a just add hot water identity.

I really don`t know and you know that I would love to. This extended room that is spread out like an elegant dining hall, segregated by the amount of money you have in your pocket or the amount of money you think has earned the right to divulge from your pocket OR rather the amount of risk you believe you are prepared to take.

The ceiling beams with indifferent voyeurism, basking in the glory of its beautiful fluorescent moving stuck up industrial chandelier. A beautifully bland light that sheds light on so much more except on you. You are built and engineered by Intricate webs like the superfluous amount of electrical wires encouraging and enabling the lovely segregated hallway of imagined elegance but pious reliance to move and jolt and move and maybe jolt a bit more than it moves.

The images outside greet me hysterically like an adolescent who had encountered the dubious enlightenment brought on by a binge-of-whatever-your-substance of choice. The incoherent madness greets my eyes and my banal brain battles making the connection and I internalise this as a pull of the operated puppet strings in my chest.

That ominous grey floor and the yellow warning signs always had me fooled. Like a lover so weaved into another`s web. I should have ran for the hills if I weren`t so unfit and distracted on my way up. You have found your way up. Like a natural instinct you follow and you run. The views on the way there, you argue, are absolutely nothing like the views you will see when on the top.