A TEXT POST

Third from the door, before the turned seats

Been becoming more and more aware of myself, yet increasingly less conscious. The train is full and slow and fading, and I found a new favorite seat.

These real-life characters are evolving with the weather. Samba stripes take on every color. Heels become boots. Jackets pin more and more to their lapels. Smartphones multiply like gravestones during wartime.

I think, I wonder what if, well, it’s a stupid idea. But: what if all these headphones were playing the same song?

The shakes and squeaks on the train are in tune. Listen to the revs, the thuds. Watch the people dance.