116th St. platform, 1 train to 96th St., November 24, 2013
A full platform. Paul was pacing and muttering something. The lines of a play? Turns out it was computer code (modern lit?). He was very comfortable with the idea of writing. There was a pirate on the platform playing the guitar. Paul had a sparkle in his eye.
And so the pirate sings,
the old forgotten songs,
of an old forgotten world.
But forgotten, why?
Because most of us are
living in this virtual existence,
of iPhones and tablets,
our heads down, eyes fixed on the
Ignoring, thus forgetting,
that old forgotten world.