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 10, 2014
that woman. who is she? i told arthur we are lovers and fighters now. we can leave all the rest behind. we can say good-bye to all that. we can love. and we fight against. there is always a cause. there is always something to fight for.
