Saturday, August 22, 2009

perhaps the fact that the sound of distant train whistles always sends me to another dimension, one heavy with safety, innocence and peace, is what should tell me that i'm already tamed.

whenever i hear distant train whistles, or boat horns, or the low drone from an 18-wheeler's wheels on asphalt as he motors cross country, i feel the sounds cutting through fog, somewhere, where it's 3am.