Right now I don’t know as to why I am doing this. I am currently on a train, heading off to meet up with a friend I have not seen in quite a while and I am on a train. The landscape of course only partially blurs past the windows through which I can see and plenty of people are not wearing masks, but at least some are and at least some are observing the whole social distancing thing.
However, the reason as to why I don’t know as to why I am writing this at this present moment is that it is not long before I need to get off the train and so I’m putting a whole load of undue pressure upon myself when I could just be taking it easy, or something. Then again, I probably would not be taking it easy and so instead of taking it easy I’m writing at this hour of the morning. This is what I am doing. It’s not exciting and I don’t know as to why I am writing about the fact that I am writing on a train whilst being on a train, but sometimes that is what I do and somehow that will make for something that can be read using the eyes.
Anyway, it’s not exactly pleasant lowering my head like this whilst on a moving vehicle. Not the greatest experience that I’ve ever experienced, but I’m putting myself through this, so I only have myself to blame which I find is a shame as I’d rather blame everything else, but at the end of the day I need to accept responsibility for my actions and my actions alone, unless I have no choice, in which case, I guess I wouldn’t.
Still, it is nice sitting here. It’s nice to be on a train and watch the different layers of distance move by at different rates, even though the train moves past them and it all is the same rate of movement; just difference in distance that shifts the perspective, or something. I think that makes sense. Not sure.
It’s also nice to be on a vehicle that will get me to where I want to be in a rather short amount of time. I’ll be where I want to be in less than thirty minutes from leaving home… I think. Not entirely sure on that one, but it certainly is possible. It all depends on how quickly this train moves, of course, but I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.
However, considering that I’m nearly there, I guess that I will be at the station upon which I want to alight sooner rather than later. That’s the wonder of the art of public transport, though it is not an art so much as it is a form of transportation and as such, it gets me places and I am riding it and in riding it I am getting to places, which is pleasant enough.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:31:02
It has been somewhere around twelve hours and twenty minutes since I wrote this.
Anyway, it’s subpar which is consistent with most of my other stuff, so yeah.
Written on a train.