L'Absence

For the third time in a row I notice this blond guy sitting accross from me on line 9.

Headphones on, eyes closed and his head tilted back, he remains impassive and still. He's wearing a military jacket in hues of kaki and green, a sweater and a polo shirt underneath. An ipod shaped bump in his front pocket lead back to the headphones. They are overall and cover his hears. Jolting as his neighbourgh stands up and leave, he throws a quick glance at the window and closes his eyes again. Always ever so relaxed, without the least twitch showing on his face, not a nervous eyebrow move or a smirk. Just a perfect silence. A jerk wakes him at St Ambroise and in the blink of an eye he's out of the train, melting away in the crowd. His seat remains empty in the crowded train as we start again.

Even the light shoots it to me.

You're on your own.

Comments

[AC&P]

He must be listening to the album "He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace The Corner of Our Rooms" by A Silver Mt. Zion.