children playing. the little one strikes his sister when she will not give over his object game. he bites her on the top lip, or wherever he sees the first expicable part of her body. when he doesnt get his way he sulks nestled into her back shins, eyes rolling surdendering in a gruff. he has a high pitched voice like almost all children do and speaks fast hindi exagerrating as he belts on the winning battle. jumping up and down thin lambs splayed over the train cabin. we are roaring at a delightful speed. the most natural reaction to the train speed exallerarion is screaming at the top on ones lungs out the window. we are passing mountain top palms mud lakes. a eliprtha of train toxic rubber, burning plastic and the occasion of indian hair oils, chapati, male sweat and ocassional sleeping indian gobi farts. through the tunnels we glide turning darkness patches of light shadowing over our bodies and the trains body. lighting up white parts in the eyes and elbows faces flickered by our destitute phones. its conematic i regret not bringing my video camera for this trip. this would make a good scene for an opening to one of the dream thatrical scenes ive been prosteenatinf for over a year now. i can hear the boys high pitched voice and wonder if i ever appeared that free as a child. playing with my brothers.

this train really starts to feel like a house and we are all family. asleep limbs sprrad isnt rare ans nice to see people asleep. from young to old. i always felt embarssed for someone to watch olive sleep. the most natural state. i started to think maybe no one sleeps and they pretend to, just for my world. to cover up some reality. mason shit probably. cuz i aaw it happen in the sky. birds were there then they dissapeared. the radio said my name and spoke about my skits ex. and then she did this wicked laugh. it was abc classic. then this girl reached her arms as if to give a hug in the ether around her, her face lockong eyss with me in sympathy. cuz if i stayed angry, stayed raging in the teuths that are concealed well thats when yhe big men come oafter me. sometimes an older couple. this train it feels like a fairy tale. i wanna say. i waanna make a movie when im home and set it up.