providence train. wireless internet, what? motion sickness caused from sitting backwards. bumpy, choo choo, lurching, locomotive feeling. briefly stopping here, folks. the train is speckled with people - one person in every 4 or 5 seats. the train is littered with yellow punch outs. tickets are yellow? why do they change color? emergency exit, pull handle to remove rubber. please, dont let there be an emergency. black trees damp with rain that have yet to be blooming in glory. leaving suburbia to return to a cold, rainy, wet, sad, gray boston. metal and foggy glass obstructs my view for 2 to 3 seconds. miles and miles of telephone lines, empty fields and forests, neighborhoods and businesses. this route is too familiar. same train, same stops, but so many different me's.
sometimes i wonder what it would be like if there was a machine that could measure the change in me. from this time two years ago to now. i know the change would be large. a skinny white paper would travel out of the mouth of this machine like the coupons and coupons you get attached to your receipt after not shopping at cvs for a while. what would the paper say? have i changed for the better? have i become stronger, older, wiser, more mature?
i hope so.
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Well written article.
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