My new computer finally arrived in town and I was able to access the files locked on the hard drive so roughly removed from the dead corpse of my older ibook…
I watched the videos I took of snowy rice fields and the Niigata Station in the rain at night with the pachinko parlor's neon glimmering on the wet pavement.
Video of sleeping students and salary men in the gloomy light of the evening train, the rush of people running to catch thier train as the final boarding bell is ringing.
Boys reading comic porn at the Lawson's outside the station and the train sliding through spring fields green with small hopeful rice plants…
I realized how much of my time was spent in transit,
getting there sucked away my hours….
It isn't much different here, except that the getting there is all active, driving among psychopathic idiots and aggressive drunks is no fun at all.
DETROIT IS AN AWFUL PLACE TO DRIVE !!
People in this area think that driving is their birthright, (and maybe it is) but the arrogance with which they navigate the pocked interstates is astounding. I find myself saying “what are you doing?” or “wow! He really just did that” out loud as I drive, way too often! Each journey exposes some jack-ass maverick who slides in and out of lanes cutting off every other driver in his/her path, and talking on his/her cell phone. It is actually really scary, one must drive so defensively here that any negligence could result in an awful accident. Not the best scenario for a girl with staring eyes…
Detroit driving requires more concentration than meditation.
It makes me miss the passive travel of train.
My dreams were a hodgepodge,
Nothing coherent to write, but I wish there were,
I'd sleep all the time if I could have forest-dwelling,
mythical being dreams every night.
I guess that is why I can't.
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