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Monday, December 4th, 2006 07:17 pm
(Written on Eowyn, on the train. I was in a very odd mood)

I wake up in a world unstuck from time. I look at every clock and ask: is this the real time? But which time is real? There is the time of yesterday , the system by which my life has ticked for 27 years. There is the new time, the one running the world now. And there is the time in my head, which lies somewhere in between. It is strange on the train. The multirider machine jolts me back, as it stamps my card with yesterday time. We sit together silently in a world gone if not mad then mildly eccentric. The light is wrong, pale & thin, the streets empty (it is a sunday but since I am working altdays seem the same to me). The regular clockwork of the trains careens further into randomness. When we reach McIver we shuffle off in a hopeful stream of jetlagged humanity, directed across paths & tracks I haue passed a thousand times before but never walked until today. Emerging from the shuttle we enter an empty station, our "connecting" trains all gone, the signs all claiming "this platform is not in use".
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Tuesday, December 5th, 2006 06:28 am (UTC)
*blinks* I haven't see writing like that since I was doing literature!
Wednesday, December 6th, 2006 12:32 am (UTC)
As in "well-written" or "teenage and pretentious"? :)