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DEL.ICIO.USBut make no eye contact!
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
My Friend, can you see your carriage has rendered you a fool? Come, lay down your keys and I will share the subterranean awes of MARTA.
Ah, my poor Driver! You seem cold to the pleasure of waiting 40 minutes for your train. Why, these stolen moments are a gift! Compose a poem. Ruminate. Recall your grandparents’ faces. Can your books on tape truly compete?
And why do you recoil from the sensory delights of our public rail? Hark - a cavernous wind picks up! Our column arrives on the cry of a banshee! See how many doors open to us? A shame we cannot explore them all!
And now, our journey begins! We are moving while standing! We are a living appendage of the public corpus! But make no eye contact!
Alas, our destination has come too soon. Our only obstacles now are the vulgar herds of wheeled beasts manned by your own people. We may be menaced by their reckless steerage, but remember this: they are to be pitied.
So come, my Friend. Join me in one last act. Let us shake our fists and shout into their rearview mirrors:
“I am the Future! I am a Pedestrian! And YOU must yield to ME!”
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By Rebecca
November 8, 2005 11:55 PM | Link to this
Pete, this was great! I especially liked, “We are a living appendage of the public corpus! But make no eye contact!”