En Route

She looked at the landscape rushing by, abstracted by the blurring effect of the speed of the train. Green fields and windy trees, street lights with rows of black birds joined like beads, all disappearing into the distant horizon, flat as a ruler.

on the road, en route looking out of a trainAt the next stop, she watched people on the platform waiting to board. Some polite, but most regarding other people merely as bodies that need to be avoided. Human contact undesirable as it shakes us out of our little slumber, an unwelcome awakening; a tear in our padding. To observe this from the safe distance behind the smudged glass made her feel disconnected from life, its hum muted like a silent television set in the corner of a dive bar.