Needlessly
Tokyo, Japan.
Trains are magic. Trains in a different country are even more so. Through the night we slid, slicing through the humidity with the strength and determination of tarnished metal. It is odd that I feel somewhat at home here even if the people are not my own kind; I do not speak their language, but I could almost blend.
We pass signs, neon signs stacked upon neon signs, and desolately quiet cul-de-sacs where dim square windows of light hint a little of lives tucked neatly in apartments, hidden out of sight.
I say aloud to Olivier, "I love trains" but what I really mean say is I love how much there is to see from here, how blissful it is to be able to hear unsung choruses of the city, even one I've barely set foot in.
Posted by sniffles at August 23, 2002 02:07 AM