going places…

On a train, rumbling through the farm fields of Quebec in the direction of Toronto, I finally make contact with the world outside of Montreal. The train has internet. My apartment does not. How ridiculous. And yet, within this fact, I’m sure there’s something deep to be explored… something about how you have to go places to find people… or something about how you have to find your place between homes to see the world… or something like that… yeah, something deep like that.

I’m sure I could find something more important to say. But I find myself succumbing to the movement of the train. It’s relaxing and making me tired.

I’m going to sleep.

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