Hours on the Train

The train delayed 88 minutes today due to some problem.

I was looking at the people around me on the platform.
Impatient, anxious, numb, and swiping their smartphone.
That is what most people looked like and what most people were doing.
I was kind of motionless, just waiting for the train.

The train came in, I've got a window seat, lucky.
There was a mother with a baby girl sitting next to me, the baby was sleeping soundly.
I was surprised by the unexpected quietness inside the coach.
Though there were men talking loudly on the phone from time to time,
I was not surprised by that.
A long journey to go, I was glad that I have my book and music.
One day before I left Brighton I got this book, The Shock of the Fall by Nathan Filer.
I was attracted by its cover as well as its title.
The Shock of the Fall? I am curious about what happened in the story.

SHOCK.
FALL.

Would it be a thriller? The cover doesn't seem to say so.

So I started this book yesterday and it kind of reminds me of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time, a book I read long time ago and enjoyed so much.

The train was going, the train stopped, and it was going again.

Sadness, bitterness, slowly it crept in as I was reading this book.
I could feel it through the narrator's tone.
There was also pictures in my mind as I read, just like what he said in the book
"Reading is a bit like hallucinating"
I was indeed picturing some scenes, and I think they are beautiful.

It was sad, and it was heartwarming, and it was sad, and it was heartwarming.

I was enjoying reading it.

About half way through the book, it was my destination.
Time always goes so fast when you are reading a good story.
Train delay is still annoying, I hope it won't happen again.
I've got a full train ticket refund.

This journey was long but not all so bad.

I was looking at the people again, they didn't have much facial expression.
Everyone was just eager to go home,
And so was I.

That Lovely Afternoon

A week ago I was having this tea and coffee walnut cake with Julia in the Blackbird Tea Rooms in Brighton.
It was a lovely place to spend the afternoon.
The vintage interior and its atmosphere makes it the top 1 tea room on my list.
And the cake, hmmmmm, it was delicious!! My mouth is watering when I think about it now.
We were enjoying the tea, the cake, and a scone with jam and clotted cream.
Our table was next to the window, where we can see the Marwood opposite.
Marwood is a cafe with great music, food and atmosphere.
We watched the people who sat outside the cafe.
Watching people is one of the things we like to do.

Every time Julia came to visit me in Brighton, we had so many things to talk and laugh about.
We shared the same memories when we were doing our Master degree in Sussex.
Those days when we spent lots of time on reading and studying literature.
Library was the place we visited most.
We studied; we observed people.

I remember the guy who looked like the Hellboy from the film.
I remember the guy who gave Julia a carrot.

And we cannot forget Siegfried Kracauer.
The amount of time we had spent and the amount of reading we had done because of him.
We read again and again and again and we couldn't understand.
I wad reading about time and space and I got lost in time and space.
I remember Julia was reading his theory on film.
And that picture of your red bull, my coffee and our muffins on our table.

It was an unforgettable nightmare.

Our presentation was a fail.

But now we can joke and laugh about it.

This picture reminds me of that afternoon, and the conversation we had.

We will have to go back, have another cream tea, talk about our life, and laugh.

In Brighton.

Walking, Memories

It's been three days since I came back home.

When I said home I was also thinking about the other home to me- Brighton.

Although it is already far away from me, somehow I feel I am still connected to it.

I decided to have a walk this afternoon after spending hours at home.

I went to the school which is just 5 minutes walk away.

There were some kids playing baseball, and a mom with two girls on the playground.

Pleasant weather with a little breeze.

My music was QOTSA's Like Clockwork.

I was wearing this pair of old shoes which I bought 6 years ago.

They are no longer comfy; but it didn't really bother me.

The air was fresh; I was enjoying my walk and I was indifference to what happened around me.

It was a kind of tranquility when you just focus on your thoughts.

I looked at my shoes and I was thinking about the times when I wore them.

What was I doing back to 6 years ago?

I remember there is one picture of me wearing this red Vans and playing with my friend's dog.

I must love this shoes a lot because I have so many pictures of the shoes in it.

I was always smiling in those pictures.

Now I am wearing them again, after 6 years.

There are so many things flashing on my mind during my walk.

I must have changed during these years.

I am not the same person like I was before.

But one thing remains the same; that is;

I am still smiling.

Time didn't change the happiness in me.

QOTSA was great to listen to.

I was walking with my memories until the last song,

Like Clockwork

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