await an accident

As Q train slowly strolled above the ground and got on Manhattan bridge, calm and light beats also started streaming into my ears. It matched perfectly well with clangs created when the wheel hit the connector of tracks. Await an accident by Lali Puna. Deng-Deng-Deng-Deng, Deng-Deng-Deng-Deng, Deng-Deng-Deng-Deng.... It's an overcast sky. Gray buildings in lower Manhattan were fragmented by each beam of the bridge and looked like a series of framed pictures as the train moved on. Even the air suddently breathes a little bit heavier.

It's quiet, heavily quiet. I wondered what was the scene almost 6 years ago when the planes hit the twin towers. What were people on the Q train thinking when they saw that horror scene behind Brooklyn bridge and all those buildings.

As Q trains slowly strolled into the ground, the music faded and I could breathe a little bit easier. Accidents may happen again, terrors should not!

face of no confidence, soul of no goal.

Slightly twisted face on the opposite window. You can see through it and find various of scenes flying behind it. What you see is a not so clear face of yourself.

It's a lot easier to see the faces next to you clearly on the window. Smiling, reading. thinking or napping. You just sense that he or she knows what he or she is determined to do today, after this ride.

Look at the slightly twisted face again and you only see things behind fly past it. Rides after rides.