blankwithoutyou

0054. i was on the late night train home and i was amazed by how my senses were engaged.

sight: bright fluorescent lights, wearied, tiresome faces, reflections of hand held game consoles on players' glasses, lackluster plastic seats.

sound: constant rumbling, low chatter, occassional laughter, a couple's soft whispers, tapping of keys being depressed on a cell phone.

touch: cold metal handle bars, grimy overused hand grips, jagged paint chippings, wrinkled floor mattings.

smell: fastfood from the clothes of last shift employees, sweat from a hard's day labour, remnants of cologne, stale air conditioning.

taste: absent.

hmm. if they never had the 'no food and drinks while on board the train' rule, i could have filled the last sense up too.

oh well.