I used to ride the train up to three times a week. I can write on trains. I can think on trains. I’ve come up with my best ideas on trains. But trains, those things moving along, passing lives, silently gliding by people during the middle of their day…trains are lonely.
Today I took the train into the city. I had a depressing book. I had my miserable notebook. I had 3 pens and music. I was set up for that lonely feeling, but it never came. Even when that silent car went passing by the fields and parks, I couldn’t feel lonely. I wouldn’t feel lonely. Dylan fixed that. And my life isn’t moving along on a steady track. It’s stopping, it’s going, but it has indeed derailed.
But Dylan caught me. Caught my runaway train. Stopped me from running. Stopped the train from being lonely. He road with me there and back, today.
Headed to see Corey today
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Initial sadness turned to anger and anger turned to spinning thoughts of change and strength and what I could do to stop it all. I spent an hour in the garage talking to a lady at work who saw me. Saw me, as in she noticed me and knew what was wrong and pulled me into her work space just to talk, just to tell me stories about her life, about these towns, about the people that she passed, the factories, the jobs. She sent me to another worker who talked to me for the next hour about his life, about my life, he talked to me about my life. They talked to me about this job. They know i’m out of here. They know I feel alone, left to fight. Just always alone.
Do you know how that felt? Because I can’t decide anymore.
But today all I wanted was to hit the highway, leave, run, stop the freezing feeling that I always run from. Leave this job, I wanted to leave. And when I finally got to punch the clock I realized I felt worse. Here I was telling people outside of the work gates how bad this day was and when I left they didn’t believe me.
“So, how was your day?”
Where was I better off?
Texas, Steve McCurry
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