Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
The sign says "we are delayed because of...." I look out the train window, and for a second I can't tell if the darkness in the tunnel outside is moving or not, until, with a jolt, it does, and we continue on our way.
Am I standing still, believing I'm still moving? How will I know until I start moving again?