(May 22) Trains and escalators.

The last can. Now, they are truly gone to me

Amtrak’s part of the station makes even less sense than does the LIRR’s

We stand in the middle of the aisle an hour or so before we get to go down

After this, it’s a very long train ride
(Jul 30) July was all about the fail. Nothing much got done. The perfect middle of the Summer That Wasn’t.

When I die, this will be the mark I leave behind

The creatures of summer are everywhere

There’s been a lot of waiting here

These photos inexplicably continue to sum up my present existence perfectly

Is there help on the other end of that line?

The eyeglasses that weren’t meant to be.
(Jan 27) Brr. Cold. January.
But I associate the airport with preed now.