old age/false alarm

i used to love public transit because i could read for long periods of otherwise useless/wasted time in relative silence. now it's all teenagers yammering away on their cell phones about inane things like the relocation of their high school lockers. i hide my resentment under my headphones and dream of days long ago.

sometimes you know it's over in spite of signs to the contrary, but it's nice to pretend for just a little while.

he likes it when i laugh.