10 January 2008. Rain in the morning, damp leaves, dark wood--song of the north. Yesterday: young woman on the subway, Fruitvale stop, slumped in parallel seat near door, hand over face. Thick white sneakers with black nylon running pants overlapped, sloping to the outside. An inadvertent identity along lines of class, gender, ethnicity--all those words that tell us so little about who she might be--like the young couple, a week before, in the Oakland airport, narrow-faced girl in similar garb, her lanky boyfriend alongside, also slumped, lap-box of pizza and something else that I can't quite make out, giant sodas--she takes one last fierce bite from a corn chip, then they snooze, his head way over on her shoulder...
To draw all this, in some way... Or, perhaps, two trucks in the rain...
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