Never be afraid to get dirty, but be sufficiently sure-footed to avoid the abyss of contamination.

The Stop

He checks his new watch and lets his eyes follow the train tracks; this stop is the transfer point from red to blue. His hand covers the yellow Venn diagrams on the black book cover as he thinks briefly about a problem. He imagines himself to be like Reuven Malter, a character in another book he just finished reading, pondering logic puzzles on his way to becoming a rabbi.

His mind is wandering; it’s been an eventful day. He signed a lease, opened a bank account, and picked up a student ID card. What an apartment: eight bedrooms, a deck, a giant backyard, and a fireplace! The smell of the sun-stained floorboards remains as potent in his memory as the first meeting with one of his soon-to-be roommates. He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply. Then, reaching into his pocket, he brings out his new black wallet along with the ID card contained inside. He looks at it again. He does look a bit like Tim Duncan in the photo, doesn’t he?

He recalls his trip to Seattle from the previous day. Two of his friends are interning at Microsoft and are rooming together. They told him they spent quite a bit of time talking about him. What did they say? he wonders. No chance for a response. He’ll be returning to this coast in a month, but they’ll be greeting each other in the air then.

The train comes to a stop, and the doors open before him. He finds a seat inside, and the doors close. He turns his forearm over; time starts again as he speeds forward to Dublin.


2 responses

  1. Rich

    lol.. wouldn’t you like to know?

    August 31, 2010 at 5:13 am

  2. K

    In fact, I would!

    September 4, 2010 at 7:10 am

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