Train Writ: demons

train 7:27AM departure, January 11th, 2010; on the train from Bramalea to Toronto’s Union Station, express to Union Station. Duration of trip unknown.

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Sometimes I laugh at myself for being a pitiful display of being a human.
Other days I’m a little bit proud of myself.

Like it is from the North to the South, West to East, compression to composure, water doesn’t boil at the same temperature. Water also doesn’t freeze at the same temperature.

But no matter what, it will always be to some extent volatile.

And many times.

It’s just the deep black hole to the midst and bowels of the abyss.


I think the title basically explains it as bluntly as possible. I’m not studying for a huge exam that’s what, worth 40% of my mark? I should be more worried, but I’m just not in the right mindset to do it.

I wouldn’t say I’m totally angry or totally melancholic to the point of complete lethargy. I guess I wish I could be doing something else.

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