It’s New Year’s Eve, and my bus ride home from work was beautiful at sunset. I was among all the city’s people but getting ready to disappear like a periwinkle into my apartment, not to emerge again until 2015.
I have a small stable of navel-gazing tumblrs that exist to keep me from being maudlin on Facebook. I don’t promote them, and sometimes months go by when I just re-blog images from other people and don’t write a jot. I enjoy the feeling that these tumblrs are lost in the forest of the Internet. One is called Mining Transport.
It’s New Year’s Eve, I got a little reflective, and I tumbled again.