Train writ: express train
7:30AM departure, Tuesday, November 10th, 2009; on the train from Bramalea to Toronto’s Union Station, Georgetown train express to Union Station; 28 minute train ride, arrival at 7:58AM.
7:30AM departure, Tuesday, November 10th, 2009; on the train from Bramalea to Toronto’s Union Station, Georgetown train express to Union Station; 28 minute train ride, arrival at 7:58AM.
5:15PM departure, Monday, November 9, 2009; on the train from Toronto’s Union station to Bramalea, Georgetown train making all stops; 40 minute train ride, arrival at 5:49PM.
So what is it all boiling down to? Am I happy, or am I sad? Am I smart, or am I an idiot? Am I loved, or am I not? Am I loving, or am I cold? Am I handsome, or am I ugly? Am I fat, or am I average? Annoying, approachable. Angry, calm. Fighting, mediating. At peace, at calamity. Up, down. Social, autistic. Proficient, inadequate.
I profess. I am sad. I fooled you into thinking I was happy, didn’t I?
It’ll just happen over and over again, and nothing seems to break it anymore. It doesn’t even seem like my own willpower is able to stop this from going on and on.
It’s the low end of the circle, again.