at_the_train_station raze someone falls in love someone falls down someone steps on someone's gimpy foot single file becomes sideways chaos becomes single file again becomes sitting down and then there will be the clanking of metal on metal the clumsy economic shuffle jerking rag doll heads from side to side the faraway talking of strangers a sort of muffled auditory comfort food and maybe later there will be peanuts but first nathaneal with an e will instruct you in the intricacies of breaking the emergency window should you survive some catastrophe that will not occur and become reluctant hero to the other survivors murderer of glass brave leader to cold freedom wise hoarder of salted nuts the joke is every window is an emergency window at the train station there are no peanuts there is no nathaneal with an e there are no emergency windows and there is no rhythmic drone like a fire alarm born with its heart on the wrong side of its chest ringing just loud and long enough to make you lose your mind in increments that read like the stages of grief as written by david_foster_wallace on bewildered hotel stationary at the train station there's you in a sea of others standing around waiting to fall in love or to fall down or to step on the hands that grew out of someone's legs before you were viviparous vertebrae 131220 what's it to you? who go blather from