Tick tick, words ticking through my head. Less of a clock than a wind up mechanism, as if with each release I seem to wind down a little. But I am tightly wound at the moment so syllables and vowels are on the loose.
They are cut with single frames of images and ideas, like an insidious work of propaganda - a nano second of the disturbing that you can’t shake and you don’t know why; but instead of being brain washed I am trying to pan for these nuggets in the water that sloshes about. I expect it's not very good for the machinery.
The images flow:- a train, the passengers - true, art imitating life, but the potential?! A spy bursts through the window having stolen secret plans, an adulterer texts sweet nothings to his lover, unaware they are being intercepted by his spouse who reads them late at night and seethes.
Another traveller makes their way to a final interview, whilst the woman beside him is about to meet her next love. Two people stand up, one to explode a bomb - crying out for salvation and to be noticed, the other to offer their seat to someone who needs it more - yet only that morning they were diagnosed with a terminal illness.
An old man cradles his only antique, it reminds him of his wife, but now it must be sold so he can stay in his house. Further down a youth with ear phones is editing her short film - on her phone; it tells the poignant story of teenage - all of it. Though trite it will go on to garner her fame and fortune.
The driver contemplates his food for this evening, and hopes that the line is clear - he knows it's only a matter of time before one of the obstacles placed with reckless abandon will get him. A businessman glances again at his watch and laments that today of all days his car broke down - not knowing his son disabled the engine, hoping it would give them more time together.
All the while I see this ballet dance it's steps, the punctuation of doors open and closing, and the stations passing by, aware of the inner adventures of people's hopes, and the helter-skelter of my words-eye view.