trippy

A couple of years ago I did a presentation on 'writing when in an altered state of consciousness'. I covered drugs, alcohol, sleep deprivation and music, but I think I should have added another section on travelling by train in the dark. Although this could have something to do with the fact that I'm absolutely shattered, I feel that the setting of the train helped. So without any more waffle, I present the Random Train Ride Ramblings of Hannah Thorley:

My reflection frightens me. I am colourless. Note to self: never wear black when tired. 

My eyes reflect black as the clouded night sky, vacant holes in a two dimensional face.

Coulda, woulda, shoulda.

The captain said this will never, never do, never, never do, never, never do. The captain said this will never, never do on the last day of September.

Twenty minutes until I get...where? It's not home and yet it's where I belong. Where it rains. Where it hills and stairs and rains every day. Where the library is the ugliest building I know. Where there are so many men. So many, meny men, so much potential. Twenty minutes until I get...There.

It's the quiet coach. Shut up.

I see a carpet of orange as far as I can see - we must be there. Glasgow means Green Place, but now it will always be black and orange to me. Oh no. They're David's colours. Curses.

I wonder what day it is.

Here's the rain. We're definitely there.

I wonder if anyone thinks I'm pretty.

I wonder how long I was asleep before I started snoring. I wonder how long I was snoring before I woke up...

I want to dance with Scott Maslen.

The windows bounce back a double reflection, a carriage five wide. I could be in a flight simulator there's so much Nothing outside the windows.

This train will terminate.

It's raining! I feel comforted. The buildings wrap around me and keep me from the sky.

Make of that what you will!

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