Not quite up for the intellectual catwalk of a coffee shop today... Considering an afternoon reading Fear of Small Numbers in Union Station. Nostalgic for that travelley feeling. And the cavernous anonymity of those highly vaulted ceilings. If I could choose a venue for a Flying Dream, Union Station would do.
Daylight Savings is going to rape me.
the white noise of union station was so empowering. the frequent tremors as trains approached were invigorating. Fear of Small Numbers has me captivated. this is a hospitable, gentle, rainy kind of day. must it end?
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