2023-10-17
how long ago it was. That you had the idea. That when on-the-bump. You could write (publicly). On a website, no computer—lugging it all round with you, a general hassle.
but for the first time since (this site created), on-the-bump again. (In only just a smaller capacity however—only just a short trip.)
that it's kind-of nice. (You'd forgot. It's been awhile.) Conductive to writing. (Like sitting in a parking-lot, peaceful in-a-way. Comfortable. Inspiring.) Typing from the lounge-car here. On the Amtrak. On just the phone. A couple of coffees deep—the taste of which reminded you. Having just watched the Sun rise. Big ball bright & pink. Dissolving the fog of Morning.
all the other passengers awake by now. The clamour of activity. Somewhat of an escape. From your typical loud-in-public-spaces. Freestyle rapping. Or music or news—sports updates—playing (for all to hear) from the phone. A competition to become the most audible.
some pre-dawn conversations overheard. About sugar-free food. A diabetic. Actually rips-up the stomach worse. The "sweetener" used instead. & corn syrup in general. Our poisonous food. Payed-for from the self-checkout line. (Which you otherwise refuse to use. But all the other lanes were full—& you were in a hurry.)
a long time ago, those whisperings beginning. Some 5 years by now since. Have become in-the-meantime common conversation.
from the cellular connection however. For those longer journeys through the-middle-of-nowhere. No wifi to be had. Waiting to pull-into a city or some civilization.
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wondering wtf am I reading here, this drivel drip drip drip
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