Lentils

All the things I’ve seen…

Haha…

The mountains always to the left as the train runs this way. Here everything flat, speeding through one piece of weather to the next. The rain, the low black clouds growling, the mist, the floury sun; everything is enormous and exact. The large hand that moves the weather moves so quickly.

He put his head out of the window and waited.

“I wanted it to belong to me.”

“That’s why I came here.”

Looking at the moon, eating lentils off my fingers…

How could my life, its irrepeatable sensations love etc. ever be sad if I continue further and further into the jungle alone?

-LPM