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Nudest hurt Shawn. Not recently, but the day before yesterday, he had another flashback. He won’t talk about the British Nudefest Naturist Festival he attended a few years ago, but he’s not been nude since, not even in the shower.
“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see, and what it means. What I want and what I fear.” ~ Joan Didion
Thoughts, Tuesday, June 28th, 2022
Train Drivers …
I ride the subway, way often.
Not once have I thought it normal when the train driver pulls up and rolls by … not in the front of the train, but in the middle!
With their head sticking out.
They pop their heads out from time to time, looks good – everything in the middle.
It’s super important they pay attention to the walls, though. They’d smack their faces if they pulled them out too soon or too late! I think about it a lot.
When the train approaches the station, you see the driver’s head finally free and bobbing, face smiling through the subway corridor breeze, hairs flapping across the cowlicks, tongue dangling …
They relish in these brief moments, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the subway sanctuary, then they’re off again!
They’re back out there on the tracks, driving from the middle of the train, while the rest of us, in the front and the back, use our body weight to guide our ends. We’re not just sitting or standing there alone and lifeless. No, we’re all working. We’re running from side to side, heaving and jibe ho-ing, holding our breaths at times, and using telepathy when necessary. We’re all in this together.
Train drivers … what I’m trying to say is, is that they need our help.
But I guess they don’t really drive the train anyway, they conduct it, and somewhere a symphony is heard.
“Grammar is a piano I play by ear.” ~ Joan Didion
Kim Considine 
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