I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

I dream of trains

I rarely have these kinds of dreams, or at least I rarely remember them. Last night there was a big convention in Cincinnati. The cost of high speed rail to and from Cincinnati was much less than the cost of the hotel (including transport to the hotel). So I went to the convention and then commuted back, slept 3 hours on the train, went home, slept a few more hours, showered and got back to the convention by 10am. Woke up with a, "Well, that'll never happen," feeling.