Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Reading in transit

We are all of us pressed against the metro door. I am between a bongo-playing bongo player, with his bongo, and a robe-wearing, Krishna-reading Krishna. He is reading about spiritual development.

I am reading Maud Newton's suggested reading list with regard to doubt.

I see someone at the next door reading Firmin, in French. I want to shout out, Hey, I think I know you. Are you a rat too? But I don't.

We are all of us travelling in the same direction — for five minutes our lives follow the same physical path — but we are going to different places.
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