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.

September 15, 2012

i remember that! paul, i remember that. the man was fritz schmidt, a german i knew. he was a friend of mine for a time. he was always taking pictures. it was the 19th of november. it was birthday bash for him. the year? i could never remember years. everything is twenty or thirty years ago at my age. i do remember that light. it was six or seven in the morning and that was sunlight streaming through a crack in the curtains. i don't know what he was looking at. i do remember that at that point no one was feeling any pain. show me a few more. the ones with writing.