I’m spending some time on trains at the moment.
It’s a funny thing that we are at our most immutable when in a state of transit.
I shut down almost completely, earbuds wedged in ears, familiar beats stirring my guts… And riding this train into a new day, do you know what I think about?
I promise the next post will be angry and cynical again, or at least a piece of ludicrous micro fiction.
The Culture Sniper.