High and Dry...

A few years ago, I was sitting in the middle of nowhere, doing nothing, thinking nothing. And it all seemed alright.

Actually, it was a train ride in black Tokyo. The most beautiful thing.
The first year passed me by. 7 years passed me by; the same machine, the same train.

And it's become so that I can recite it from the back of my mind. It was the top floor of a large department store next to the station. Closing time. They sold alarm clocks on the first floor and everyone smiled and said, “thank you, please come again”. But I never did go back.

So, for 5 days, I sat still, wondering what I could have done. In all honesty, what could I have done?

Another hour flies by and I’m sickly tired. No talk. No looks. Nothing.

Without a doubt, the morning is slowly coming back to me in a way that I’ve started to forget. 3000 pages but none of it is important to me. Nothing is important to me.

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I’m still not sure as to what really happened. Lately, I’ve been feeling a lot of indiscernible things. For a while, I spent a good amount of time sitting on the steps with my $1.00 coffee. One, two, three. Literally watching the world go by; literally watching the world float past my eyes. I learnt a lot from doing nothing like that.

And I start to wonder, what the fuck is wrong with me.


(The Rolling Stones: Exile on Main Street)