sitting on the train. i usually feel stressed when dealing with public transportation, but not this time. Instead of dwelling on irritating schedules or strangers, i'm inspired and comfortable. the windows are blurred. it makes me feel like i'm underwater. bubbled inside a high speed submarine. other than the sterile and flourescent lights reduntely stacked along the roof, light flickers in the submarine-train like an unsteady heartbeat. each bet delicate and soft. sudden but soft. unrecognizable trees, buildings, and lakes give my mind the possibitly to wonder. more importantly, imagine. my widened, yet still blurred view makes me feel open and okay. this can't be a dream.