i am almost always restless. i want things to hurry up, to happen. i want to make plans and i want to know where i'm going. because most times i don't. most times i fear i might be standing completely still.
yesterday, i got on a purple line train to linden. according to its maps, it was a pink line to 54th/cermack. the conductor came on the PA and exclaimed, "all aboard! green line train to harlem/lake!"
and suddenly, as i stood there on a directionally confused train going three different places at once, standing still didn’t seem half bad.