Sweet Fanny Adams Reloaded
by Andrew Gallix
Granted, it could have been an airport, say, or any other point of departure for that matter, not necessarily a railway station. Then again, I wouldn’t want you to go thinking that his choice had been totally arbitrary, although he was, admittedly, no stranger to acts of random behaviour. It didn’t have to be an overcrowded railway station, but it sort of made sense somehow….
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September 26th, 2007 at 1:48 am
This was a fascinating work. So many lines alone struck out at me.
But this was central for me pulling me into a whole,
“For a few split nanoseconds, another train pulling into the station tricks you into believing that your train is pulling out.
Adam Horton — 33, caucasian, 5′6′’, underendowed, thinning on top — viewed this sensation as a perfect metaphor of his stumbling through life like a sleepwalker on a treadmill, a pet hamster on a wheel, or a commuter on the Circle Line. Hence the choice of a railway station over any other point of departure. But which one?”
I think there is a beautiful sorrow in it, mixing with gritty lust and sudden unexpected phrases like “At this juncture — when you are about to abandon wife and children, sail the seven seas or commit genocide because men cannot help acting on impulse —”
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