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 1, 2013
watching and listening to records meant a great deal to me at that time. they were a great source of calm. watching the revolutions. the needle slowing circling to the middle. the end. all music was lovely that was played on that instrument.
