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 13, 2013
with you.
i pulled the pistol out of my trench coat.
i shot two times. at the ground. killed by cops. perfect.
it was midnight. december. snowing. a few years after the war.
September 12, 2013
(at another time, arthur wanted to cross-out his image.)
(arthur remembers thinking that he felt his face was boring.)
(it's humiliating to be the same person every day.)
(the make-up never helped. arthur died at the age of 47.)
September 11, 2013
i get to kick around the can more. see where they land.
September 10, 2013
improvisation and order. i have no patience with order. you can see.
September 9, 2013
September 8, 2013
quieter
quieter
September 7, 2013
garfield entered the asylum yesterday. he rants.
maybe we should be quieter.
September 6, 2013
people can be made to talk. was my phone talking too?
i wonder
if they were listening to me.
i know kazan never talked without a rapt audience.
he could spend the rest of his life
remembering what he shouldn't have said.
like rossen. not like polonsky. not like wolfert.
at the tone, the time will be 7:23 and one quarter.
September 5, 2013
i don't trust glass. i have to touch it. it's a devious liquid.
the rain makes me feel melancholy. lovely. intoxicated.
September 4, 2013
i've been feeling up in the air. i also have dreams of a drowning man child.
September 3, 2013
i've been taking baths. hot to warm. i don't move.
there is a lovely woman who walks by. she may be a bit off.
September 2, 2013
arthur, can we leave this? changing faces is becoming dull.
i don't believe that we can leave this.
after the shock. we can go to the house. we can escape.
escape from the asylum? and after that? we glide. we pass through. that is what we do.
