Currently Idle

Train

The sun sets over the Hudson river and peace settled in for the ride. The soundtrack reaches an earbud delivered crescendo and it goes movie-fuzzed and unreal. God goes walking on the winter bare branches, catching up with the antique iron dragon, then falling back, toying with the too human attempt at speed.

Next to me, the fur coat infected by a human parasite stares at the humming blue screen. On the screen, a serene Indian moves through the postures of a long lost art breathing in and out of impossible form. The fur coat’s finger is firmly on the fast forward button, each pose a stop motion jerk of black and white dinosaur movie.

Inner Peace in half the time. Long languorous stretches for fur coats in a hurry.