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.
June 29, 2014
i think you'd love it here. i feel so liberated! ...and drawn to edith piaf's's song, 'non, je ne regrette rien'.
...listening to it now. i see the correlation. we all need this... yet, indulgence in new romance minimizes self-triumph.
