I was in Manhattan, waiting in the subway. I wasn't really sure where I was, or what my destination was to be. I carefully stepped my way around from platform to platform, cautious not to fall into the tracks. My arms were full of stuff (over sized sketchbook, camera, headphones, iPod, etc). After I spotted a map, I put some of my stuff down on a bench so I could figure out where I was trying to go. I heard a train coming into the station and panicked a second. It didn't look like the train I needed to take, so I focused on the map again. As I tried to figure out where I was, I realized the map had no street names or any marks indicating which track was which. I panicked again, but recognized Brooklyn. It just felt like that was where I needed to go.
Just then, another train pulled and although I couldn't see what line it was, the color looked correct. So, I hurried to get on the train before the doors shut me out. As we pulled away from the station, I realized that I had forgotten some of my things on the bench in my haste. I imagined people taking my things and destroying them. The station I was so anxious to leave was now the station I was so eager to return to. I jumped out at the next stop, and managed to catch the next train heading back to where I'd left my things. I returned to find they were untouched.
I then took the train heading back towards Brooklyn. I was certain I would recognize my stop, even if there were no names on anything. As the train crossed the river, I could see lights and a Ferris wheel in the distance. The train grew nearer and I had an urge to be there. I knew this stop wasn't where I was heading, but I wanted to get out and see Coney Island. Surely there was time to capture some photos of all the spectacle and wonder before heading to where ever I was going. I got out and it was now dusk. The whole place was filled with the haze of different color neon signs.
People were dressed up in different costumes. A pack of skeletons with overgrown skulls passed me as I worried that it might be too dark to capture any decent photos. But it didn't matter, because I was really happy to be back there. Then I woke up and realized I was late for work.
I guess this was kind of my brains way of piecing random things together. I have been thinking about my Uncle Ross (who passed away this month) and how he took us all to Coney Island when I was a little kid. We still lived in New York at the time so I was probably 5 years old or so. I also heard
New Moon on Monday this weekend. I remember hearing that song in his station wagon on what I think was the way to Coney Island. But could have happened any time around then. It's weird the things that we remember. I also remember hearing Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go. I felt bad that I wasn't able to attend the funeral. I imagine that was part of me trying to get back to Brooklyn. I am not sure why I was so worried about not leaving any of the important things (my art, photos, music) behind. I just wanted to get all of this out where I could remember it before I forget it.
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