How Do People Pass The Time?
Forget Me Not
The slow mail train home offered me the chance to wind down from the long day, filled with all the usual conundrums which swept away my objectives for the day...which left me wondering what I’d managed to achieve. Weariness sat across my shoulders like leaden epaulettes and the seats which appeared to have shrunk from the day’s humidity left its occupants battling for elbow space...I’m sure the seats on SouthWest Trains contravene Human Rights.
My fellow passenger squished into the space between myself and the window and like yeast he managed to fill the gaps. Plugging into his ipod, he relaxed his eyes shut and listened to his download “How To Develop A Powerful Memory.” His eyelids now clenched tight, he began practising a series of naval breathing exercises, deep then shallow his chest rose and fell as if exorcising something stubborn.
Gliding past the high rise landscape heading out of South West London we glide past stations as the air conditioning drifts in and out of circulation. Suddenly the memory guru shoots his eyes open as we get set to pull out of Feltham, alert, worried, he scrambles to his feet at the sound of closing doors and pushed past me and claws desperately at them as they clamp together.
Can’t be a very good download he’s forgotten his stop.