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.
March 14, 2016
"shadows are a bit detached" he said. "we are lonely in the city. there is no one to talk to. one can talk to the other shadows i suppose. but we are also absent flesh and blood, and there is nothing to hold on to."