This post is actually a running word document that I am writing on while on my train trip to Tyler. Today has reminded me of a movie on a few occasions. Often times I wish my life had a soundtrack and today it did. The first was when I was at Whole Foods using the restroom before I boarded the train. I was wandering through the aisles watching the hustle and bustle of humanity while some sort of upbeat funk was playing on the store’s intercom. It just seemed like it had been lifted from a movie as each person was moving to the rhythm of the music as though they were part of a choreographed dance number. For a moment, I just sat back and observed thinking about how all of these people, who appeared to me as cogs in a rhythm machine, were really individuals. Each person with their own concerns and problems and worries and struggles, all of which were unbeknownst to everyone around them.

The second movie moment was just a few moments ago. I was looking out the window onto the dusty plains of Central Texas with Sigur Ros gently strumming in the background. The grey sky mixed with the grey sounds in a way that seemed too perfect to be real. I felt like I should be running away from something, a refugee facing the unknown with a steely determination. Someone who fears the future but recognizes that he can’t go back to the past. In reality, I was merely a content passenger on a trip to share Thanksgiving with loved ones. However, the music in my ear and the melancholy scenery made me think I should be feeling otherwise.