Showing posts with label mobile blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mobile blog. Show all posts
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Ode to Sweat
Its on my forehead, in my eyes, saturating the air around me. I wonder who damned the 7 to this fate. I can now taste it in my mouth and feel a burning in my lungs. There is nothing like the smell of humans rotting in the sun long before they die. I urge you, Reckoner, we've paid the price.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Midday on the 18
The bus is smaller and seems to have lost many of its spiritual qualities. However there is still an abundance of human life found in the eyes of elderly men and fashionable young girls trying hard to cover their long legs from prying eyes, with mini skirts. A middle aged woman of Pacific Island decent exits the bus. Her dress flowing with twenty shades of blue, much like the ocean that surrounds her homeland. If i cant see the waves crashing through the breakers at least shes there for me.
Sunday Morning on the 7
While many people commemorate the sabbath by attending Church i ride the 7. The lack of seating options make it clear im not the only one. They come from all walks of life to meet and say their silent pagan prayers. Many hide behind headphones and fictious novels in a vain attempt to block out the veiled humanity. They cannot hide forever.
A man boards the front with all of his belongings tied to his back, a philosophy i once subscribed to but found too daunting a task to be sustainable. From the weathered look on his face its apparent he would agree. He takes a seat in the center of the articulated bus where there is ample space to spread out his life. He pulls a tall can from one of his sachels and much to my surprise it is some kind of tea and not a mind numbing fortified beveridge. A little boy has escaped his mothers eye and stands before the vagabond as if he were watching the shock and awe over baghdad. His mother was preoccupied by a novel whose cover portrayed a half naked man standing on a rock surrounded by crashing waves holding a lust ridden woman in his arms. When she notices his absence panic sets in. She spots the boy and rushes to scoop him up. The dilapidated man cracks a small smile and waves to the boy who bursts into laughter. After everyone settles back in the man pulls a book from the largest of his bags and begins to read. A few people come and go before i realize from the cover picture he may be reading the same story as the boys mother.
A man boards the front with all of his belongings tied to his back, a philosophy i once subscribed to but found too daunting a task to be sustainable. From the weathered look on his face its apparent he would agree. He takes a seat in the center of the articulated bus where there is ample space to spread out his life. He pulls a tall can from one of his sachels and much to my surprise it is some kind of tea and not a mind numbing fortified beveridge. A little boy has escaped his mothers eye and stands before the vagabond as if he were watching the shock and awe over baghdad. His mother was preoccupied by a novel whose cover portrayed a half naked man standing on a rock surrounded by crashing waves holding a lust ridden woman in his arms. When she notices his absence panic sets in. She spots the boy and rushes to scoop him up. The dilapidated man cracks a small smile and waves to the boy who bursts into laughter. After everyone settles back in the man pulls a book from the largest of his bags and begins to read. A few people come and go before i realize from the cover picture he may be reading the same story as the boys mother.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Mobile Blog?
Im trying out a new thing. This Blog post is coming to you live from the 7...
Grey clouds loom outside. But the people are willing to forgive for a little sun...
Somethings off with my predictive text. Making this very painstaking...
There is a man wearing the most amazing helmet. Its metallic red covered in white stripes and glittering blue stars. Makes me wonder if the White Stripes had seen this helmet and decided to start a band...
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