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2003-01-22 - In The Morning
As I went to shut off the lights and head to bed, I heard a strange rumbling sound. I looked out the southern window to see what could possibly be causing the noise. I soon realized that it wasn't anything I could see, but it was the distant rumbling of a fst moving train on the rails that went by my apartment.What if it wasn't a train I was hearing? What if that noise was somthing else? I'm not trying to be post-modern in a Dar Williams-esque "That's not a bag, it's a shirt!" kind of way, ut when i hear that train rumbling, I wonder "Who am I? Where am I going?" I hear that train, and it's just rumbling by. And then it's gone. And you're left staring out into the bleakness of a dark january night. I'm looking out over that pond outside my window and into the trees beyond it. I'm looking into nothingness and I realize that I need a change now more than anything, or else I will die of boredom.
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