068. ...dispassionate, benevolent, robot nuns.
(Travel thumbwander)
The seats on the ariva west coast trains look like kindly, dispassionate, benevolent, robot nuns. They run in repeating, coupled, ranks down the length of the train - double nuns - and I am eating my brown bag lunch within the comfy embrace of one.
All the light sources are hidden or diffuse so's not to abuse my travel weary eyes.
Robo-nun's concave cowled wimple gives me a tiny sense of security and privacy and a gentle resting place for my temple.
The placid antipodean train manager announces in lullaby tones that we'll be resting here for few minutes while the bridge ahead is assessed for structural damages. A crashing truck may have compromised its integrity. I'm alright with that. We can sit here quite happily as long as they need us too.
I hope the truck driver didn't get too much of a fright and it doesn't matter if we get home a few minutes late tonight.
Where have you been this weekend?
I think it's ok to just open up our minds and let out a thought guff sometimes. In the old days sharing digital impressions of our lives meant dinner pics, sunburnt disembodied legs, and selfies. A hundred words or so of gentle inner monologue meandering can't hurt can it?
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