Feb 7, 2009

11:06.08:142

I sat and watched the people enter and exit the train car through the limited frame of a loose fist.

11:05.08:141

She remembers.

11:04.08:140

"I've waited here a long time; longer than I thought I would have"

11:03.08:139

The subway lurched, encouraging an unexpected brush of physical contact. 

11:02.08:138

-Are you ok?
-I am not ok. (subtitle)

Jan 17, 2009

11:01.08:137

From the fierce grip of a shattered twilight came the promise of the first restful night in months.

10:31.08:136

"I will sit with you in shared silence for the rest of my days," he whispered inches from her ear.

And he did.

10:30.08:135

A systemic apprehension is all that remains.

Nov 8, 2008

10:29.08:134

She is a ghost; merely a phantom of future recollection.

10:28.08:133

Hers is not to be liked but to be remembered.

10:27.08:132

As the ho-hum rhythm of the train gently lolled away Albert's stresses he took notice for the first time of the woman who willed her way into the seat opposite his at the last stop.

10:26.08:131

Words are but a vice for that which should be understood in silence.

10:25.08:130

The yellow buzz of electricity that coughs through the phone lines- a painful reminder of just how much distance our voices have to carry

10:24.08:129

Still struggling with our weakness' and inabilities, though looking forward to small victories, we pushed on through the marshes and tired banks of mud.

10:23.08:128

And here a blown-out video of Thompson's fat, lisping son whining about their great deals, and closing with a laughable, although admittingly catchy jingle: "My dad thells Cadillacth...and unleth you are having a heart attack...come thtep through the door of Thompthon's Cadillacth and more."

10:22.08:127

The pacific-gray tinted blue of her eyes- the rarest of colors- found but once a year during the autumnal equinox deep on the horizon off the coast of Big Sur.

10:21.08:126

Upon reaching bottom and noticing for the first time that I was wet with perspiration, she pulled the bottom of her dress and patted down my cheeks and forehead.

10:20.08:125

She is plugged in and illuminates my journey.

10:19.08:124

...but I will use your colors as a crutch against the failability of my words.

10:18.08:123

Looking out my window, once transparent and now opaque with night.