god on the train…
god on the train Aaaah (pleasant sigh opposed to psychotic scream). Music. I turned it off for a long time. It somehow makes being late for work with no coat and wet hair in the middle of winter much more bearable. There’s a man next to me on the train. He’s wearing headphones too. There’s an open book in his lap. He’s staring out the window as we travel backwards. I hear the static of screaming guitars blasting from his direction over...