Jeg har aldrig taget et kørekort og
har boet over det meste af landet, hvilket gør jeg har brugt en
masse tid i offentlige transportmidler. Toge er mine farvoritter,
specielt hvis de er halv tomme og jeg kan få en vindues plads for
mig selv.
Kan bruge lang tid på at kigge ud af
vinduet på verden der suser forbi, mens min evig aktive hjerne
filosofere over et eller andet jeg ikke nødvendigvis opfanger.
Verden suser forbi, stationer og
mennesker kommer og forsvinder, jeg føler jeg er stille mens verden
suser forbi mig, det gir mig ro på en eller anden måde. I toge er
et af de tidspunkter hvor tiden bare forsvinder for mig, og en time
nogengange kan følels som 10 min, hvor jeg har siddet i en trance
ligende tilsatnd i min egen lille bobbel og stirrer ud på verden der
suser forbi.
Optager scener i mit hoved og klipper
dem til og laver soundtracs til mine film – alt sammen i mit hoved.
Overfyldte toge og busser gir mig
angst. Jeg bryde rmig ikke om at være tvunget til at sidde tæt op
af fremmede mennesker, og vil gøre meget for de ikke skal komme til
at røre mig. Det er bla også derfor vindues pladser er ideelle, da jeg kan gemme mig i et hjørne, og halvvejst vende ryggen til og
fokusere ud af mit vindue.
Engang skrev jeg meget, nu er det
sjældent jeg kan fokusere længe nok til at skrive, men det jeg
skriver er typisk noget jeg gør mens jeg sidder i et tog.
Denne blog og den forgående er
produkterne af tog ture og min mini computer, som gir mig frihed og
plads til at skrive når jeg bevæger mig rundt med det offentlige.
Høj musik i ørene og et forsøg på ikke at taste for hårdt så
det larmer. Det er aften og hverdag, og der er kun et par unge højt
nakkende mennesker i vognen jeg sidder i, så jeg burde ikke irretere
nogen.
Det var tredje blog herfra, så jeg har
slået min egen rekordt – hvis dsb´s biletter ikke var så fandens
dyre, så ville jeg nok køre mere med tog, under alle omstændigheder
så for produtivitetens skyld.
Iggy Pop - The Passenger(1977)
I am a passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am a passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin' la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la
Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
See the city's ripped insides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the sided hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine
Singing...
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride...
Singing...
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am a passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin' la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la
Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
See the city's ripped insides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the sided hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine
Singing...
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride...
Singing...
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