From My Journal: Trains

(I have three trains in my diary pages) Solo, 14/01/1994 I met train a week before you will not meet me anymore I was really nervous to know it you ever told me: many pickpocket, they know how the new-ones spell their names and shake hand, also where the wallet hidden in my town, you know, there is no rail, but I want to find you most you said another time, "Do you know Balapan Station song? I live no so far from there." Yogyakarta, 23/01/2000 in front of ticket room, few seconds before train close its doors and go, in a rush I want wear you a thick hug as sweater for rainy days which is bring influenza and amnesia Makassar, 30/08/2005 time used to be a train window everything pass as thunderclap outside that window, I couldn’t see where your face are then time become train rail send back all people who went away unfortunately, I had left the station.