Viddy This
July 24th 2008 13:07
I started this blog to get me writing again. By 'write' I mean something substantial. I haven't been working on anything for such a long time. Truth is I got lazy and it sucks. When I'm not writing I'm not anything.
Hi; I'm Laura; I write.
I was meant to go into uni today but I didn't. I got up, got on the train, pulled into Central and decided to go to Circular Quay. I like public transport. I like just sitting, reading, writing, thinking. It's somewhere you can be by yourself and have it be ok. It's the in between stage, everyone's path taking them at some point to somebody they're meeting. The people they're catching up with, or work with, or live with and go home to at the end of the day.
I wonder how it is for the people who really do have no one. No one to smile at or bump into.
It rained today. With no old place to go and no where new jumping out at me I stumbled onto the ferry and for the first five minutes or so I was going backwards. Writing and travelling backwards, as I did already know, most certainly was not a good combination. After enduring the sickness of spinning words for that short time I had to move. By this time all the rows had at least one person inevitably occupying the window seats. I managed to find one at the back across from a man in his twenties. I felt as though I'd invaded his space as he slunk back into his seat, repositioning slightly, recoiling into what was meant to be his corner of the boat and trying to salvage it. I almost hoped he would get up in protest.
Unfortunately you can't reserve the right to appreciate isolation on public transport in actual isolation. There are many things you can love and feel, but they are inevitably conditional upon enjoying them within the giant cloud of motion and murmuring that is the public domain.
Hi; I'm Laura; I write.
I was meant to go into uni today but I didn't. I got up, got on the train, pulled into Central and decided to go to Circular Quay. I like public transport. I like just sitting, reading, writing, thinking. It's somewhere you can be by yourself and have it be ok. It's the in between stage, everyone's path taking them at some point to somebody they're meeting. The people they're catching up with, or work with, or live with and go home to at the end of the day.
I wonder how it is for the people who really do have no one. No one to smile at or bump into.
It rained today. With no old place to go and no where new jumping out at me I stumbled onto the ferry and for the first five minutes or so I was going backwards. Writing and travelling backwards, as I did already know, most certainly was not a good combination. After enduring the sickness of spinning words for that short time I had to move. By this time all the rows had at least one person inevitably occupying the window seats. I managed to find one at the back across from a man in his twenties. I felt as though I'd invaded his space as he slunk back into his seat, repositioning slightly, recoiling into what was meant to be his corner of the boat and trying to salvage it. I almost hoped he would get up in protest.
Unfortunately you can't reserve the right to appreciate isolation on public transport in actual isolation. There are many things you can love and feel, but they are inevitably conditional upon enjoying them within the giant cloud of motion and murmuring that is the public domain.
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