still passenger

the still passenger sits on a train, on the window seat, in the middle of a long car. these are the days when there were drive-in movie theaters dotted across the landscape. at dusk, the images on the screen appear off in the distance. the images presented here are those which are glimpsed, the ones that still her thoughts. the train rolls along. the landscape seems to move, but doesn't. the still passenger sits alone with her snapshots in her mind. she's filling in the spaces.

January 27, 2013

i don't foresee that happening. shapes are common.
images within shapes, i'm not sure. the keyhole shape is curious. but you are an unusual person with unusual talents in unusual surroundings. we both are. there is an older woman i knew who is much different than you in every way, and she has hallucinations. she tells me they are wonderful. i've had them. my advice to you is to let them go through you. there is nothing there. they are not at all like our other visions. a doctor here calls the woman's ailment "charles bonnet syndrome." he said that it is not the strangest thing in the world.