January Flotsome

I find myself more and more tempted to sleep instead of look out the window. Familiarity of the route, the noise of the wheels on the track and the whistle lull me into a sense of complacency. I am finding that photos of the beautiful (sunrise on the dunes and surf) are becoming boring. I am being drawn to the decrepit - the parts that as a tourist I push under so that I might remember the beautiful. I switch back and forth across the isle so that I can see graffiti and strip malls clearly from both sides of the train...