See GreyMatterOeuvre for my main public blog and links to all my other blogs. Monday, May 14, 2007. I have not been able to enjoy my front porch for a long time. I had too many wonderful memories of sharing time out there with great company. But, it was a shame to lose the part of the house I once loved most. So, I finally found a way to enjoy it my own way, in peaceful solitude, without ghosts.

Heading home, bone-weary,. Riding on the last train for the northeast line. With his eyes closed, his mind fading out on itself. One dark memory falling into the next,. The doubts emerge, one by one, like small,. Implacable stars, tugging at each other. From distances impossible to resolve,. End, breaks into consciousness,. The doors sliding open, the last passengers.