Sunday, June 19, 2022


Luc Kordas

This morning as I washed the few cups and spoons left from last night’s tipsy return home, I looked up as a blue commuter train passed my window on its approach to Central Station, silhouettes of a few passengers in the windows, and I was reminded of travelling by train to Aberdeen on my way to Norway for another 5-week stint in the dry-docked drillship, and gazing into the passing tenement windows I saw a man there at the sink, washing dishes. In one of those moments that can only happen within the drifting mind, I felt the distance between that man and myself and I felt the unknowable-ness of all those lives within that tenement and the fact dawned on me that to those people - invisible to me - I was less than significant; I did not exist.


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Garth said...

Thanks Jayne happy new year :)


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