Run, Lady

10/07/03 People are always rushing. Always responding to the voice on the overhead speaker. Hurrying in herds, gripping their belongings and holding them close to their torso.

Blue Line Cogitations

11/03/2003 I sat in the very front of the train because I’ve always wanted a full-front view of where we were going as we were getting there. The track laid out ahead of us. I realized that if there were a derailment or a collision I would be the first to die, but it was […]