Today when I went on one of the buses home from work I got eye contact with a man. You know that kind of eyecontact that gives you a weird feel of connection, that you can't define. You know sometimes when you're sitting on the subway or bus or just standing in a queue and you suddenly notice that you got stuck in someones eyes without any reason. Maybe you're blushing or trying to find any reason to look away - advertising, mobile phone or maybe your iPod. Is it some sort of destiny? Or just like a deja vu sorta thing? Or just nothing at all?
Song of the day - Audioslave - Nothing left to say but Goodbye
Showing posts with label bus. Show all posts
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Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Sundays
Sundays (mornings/mid day most of it all) are for perfect people. People with well working lives filled with training and/or love. I have been going by bus through more or less the important parts of central stockholm around 11.30-12.30pm. The only people outside is people out running and looking unnaturally healthy, couples walking hand in hand and parents with their kids. Maybe a couple of people on their way home in yesterday nights clothes from someone elses place, but it's hard to tell for sure during the swedish winter.
What are the rest of us doing? Most people is probabaly in bed or the sofa watching a movie or taking care of their hangover. Maybe cleaning. Maybe working. I am trying to finish the last parts of a freelance job - won't have much time left for that now. But I wish I was out walking hand in hand. Behing one of those perfect people. Sunday people.
What are the rest of us doing? Most people is probabaly in bed or the sofa watching a movie or taking care of their hangover. Maybe cleaning. Maybe working. I am trying to finish the last parts of a freelance job - won't have much time left for that now. But I wish I was out walking hand in hand. Behing one of those perfect people. Sunday people.
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