old etcetera

posted by john on 22 February 2006 to writing

walking on main street in johnson by the quilted lily i heard the 6 train as i used to so many times before. was it to the met or downtown to great jones street. i felt like i was heading downtown in my westward direction.
crowds of people only a memory. rushing with their coffee in hand. time seemed endless here, days became months and hours, days.
the trucks moving by, transporting their cargo through this desolate new england state, north, reuniting me of the silent sounds of the city.
asleep, i would find comfort in the silence. the noise. people warned me of having my head at the street, against the wall of the old religious half-way house, but i found comfort in it. i was home.

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