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.
April 2, 2013
in a certain light, the record turns to silver up close. the grooves seem so uneven. but it was the movement of the circle on the revolving plate that i loved the most. and the sound! i thought it a small miracle.
