It is a strange thing to see the board, as your train pulls into the station, lit up with the same place you departed not 50 minutes ago. A train to return to its origin, my home, a name glowing white like some false beacon echoing from the future. My destination, my transportation, in a mere 9 hours time. A taunt, a challenge, the futility of another day. Why not stay? Why not win early? Why not head home while the sun is still in the sky? (Somewhere, behind that grey winter haze). The afternoon rush beaten. Not to stand but seat-ed. No post work madness, gladness, dullness, soreness. To enjoy the passing scenery. To play with my dogs that will be there to greet me, if they were not asleep. Dreaming of a walk tomorrow. Before I go to work tomorrow. Before I catch a train tomorrow. And do it all again.
I’ve been considering a future in film making. I’m not sure I have what it takes for high functioning auterism. I’m certainly on the spectrum though.
Don’t believe everything you read – but this is true. A key component of saponification is a lie!
Soap maker: “Sell me lyes, sell me sweet little lyes.”
Took the kids to the zoo. We were hoping to see some big cats. All we saw were lines.
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They have no pride.
When Ireland split into North and South, do you know why the South was sooooo much bigger?
It kept Dublin.
