Hawthorn
Jesus Christ only Hawthorn
one more stop and my mind will be gone.
I left my sanity at Flagstaff.
There's some kind of perpetual haze in this carriage.
The fluorescent, omnipresent lights of the train. The dizziness is at full pelt and anything with a pattern moves and curls slowly, rising vaguely until I need to blink. the train at night. Any chance of sleep rubbed away by the insufferable lights. Like daylight. Like a sun, burning with a white light so fierce I'll never sleep again. Like onions in my eyes. Like tiny ice-picks. Like razors covered in ammonia. Does it have to be so BRIGHT? I can't see any more and those FUCKING people. Talking. Around me.  Just- THERE.
My sanity fell through some hole 22 minutes ago. Some man is there. He stares occasionally at me with his eyes closed, startling himself awake. JESUS CHRIST Where am I? There's an elbow touching my shoulder somewhere behind me and I wonder WHY IS THIS HAPPENING. This empty carriage. This abyss of plastic and THERE'S SOMEONE TOUCHING ME. my left eye twitches slightly as I glare through my madness at this place that doesn't make any sense.
"See you later David" the intercom is speaking to someone all around me. Confusion reigns.
WhoTHE FUCK is David.
My mind babbles to itself trying to find a way to take the lives around me without being seen. If it wasn't for THESE LIGHTS.
My God. This is the end.
I'll never know where David went.