travel savant
i travel these streets, these buses, trains
lunch in hand, and a child’s trainers
a notebook and broken pen, breast pocket
shy to express the thoughts of a no brainer
underpass full of talk, highway full of rumor
join us in our descent complete and profane
and all our words hollow as our hearts are made to feel
we can heal and grow far beyond simply maintain
Brilliant.
Brings me back to Se7en again; I sense a similar sentiment as from John Doe: “On the subway today, a man came up to me to start a conversation. He made small talk, a lonely man talking about the weather and other things. I tried to be pleasant and accommodating, but my head hurt from his banality. I almost didn’t notice it had happened, but I suddenly threw up all over him. He was not pleased, and I couldn’t stop laughing.”
While in your case the narrator seems more innocent, he is maybe just as cynical: “our hearts are made to feel we can heal and grow far beyond simply maintain.” Which implies hope is the glue that keeps the machine operating, however false that hope is.
Comment by Sunsun — 15 February 2009 @ 9:50 am
or is not
Comment by Sunsun — 15 February 2009 @ 11:08 am
thanks for the compliment. great JD quote.
Comment by MattWriks — 15 February 2009 @ 2:44 pm