Note from Underground #2
It happened again just yesterday. Plink-plink. Nail clipping. Male, late teens. Window seat, backward facing, next to one of his friends and perpendicular to another. They didn’t seem to mind. They must not have read my blog entry.
Only eight days had passed. It had been at least ten since the previous occurrence. There’s no predicting when this will next occur, because I don’t have enough data to set up a clipping matrix of any statistical significance.
But it will happen again, yes. Maybe that sun-rising certainty is the good to be hidden beneath this goopy irritation. Maybe these entries belonged on my old blog. Maybe I haven’t changed all that much since then. Maybe.
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