
excerpts from a boring man’s diary (#162)
In the train on the way home from the beach, where I’d walked for a while along the boardwalk without speaking to anyone, though I’d seen a lot of people and had heard a lot of people’s voices and laughter, and would’ve spoken to a person had the opportunity or necessity arisen, I stood in a carriage that was crowded at first but that slowly became less crowded and that, by the time we reached the station in which was the neighborhood from which I’d departed, was so empty that only myself and two other people (who happened to be seated across from me) were in it.
- excerpts from a boring man’s diary (#31) - May 18, 2017
- excerpts from a boring man’s diary (#276) - May 11, 2017
- excerpts from a boring man’s diary (#302) - May 4, 2017