The version of me between versions of me.
Home approaches
I gather the smaller selves
and pretend there’s one
train
Not my finest performance. At least it’s Friday.
I don’t think he was reading the schedule. I think the schedule was reading him.
I think she’s laundering reality in small batches, in more than one sense of the word.
"Having secured a place aboard the train, the commuter enters a state of stillness that is not quite rest."
I’ve never seen him at my station before.
Had a weird dream last night. Don’t remember most of it, just a few images. Tried to recreate one of them here. I guess the shoe thing is getting to me a little.
I’m beginning to suspect she has a master plan.
He looks like he expects the day to justify itself.
Mannequin lady is back. Her errands continue at a level I do not understand.
Everybody else was going to work. He seemed to be going to an arrangement.
