My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Stan enjoyed calling his transient life of riding the rails pedestrian. That a seemingly dirt-poor, nomad had a GRE vocabulary, and a finely honed sense of irony, was irreconcilable for many people he met. He often tagged trains he frequented with a modern version of hobo hieroglyphics from the turn of the 20th century. Stan’s … Continue reading Pedestrian train
“You really don’t have a good poker face.” “Is my frustration that obvious?” “Only a neon sign would more glaring.” “Being open-minded doesn’t mean you’re only open to the current mob mentality of what’s right and wrong.” “Have you tried just avoiding the subject altogether?” “Of course, but that’s when my bad poker face is a … Continue reading More than black and white
Thin spiral notebook 