Thoughts on a train
Here I sit, listening to Acton Dread by Rusko, in the S train. All in colours, not wearing a mask, unlike everyone else. I just got kicked off my original train, not because of the mask thing, and I have a ticket, but because there has apparently been seat tickets reinforced, but only on some trains this time! And right after the conductor checked my ticket, he told me to get off at the next station and switch trains, while right after he told everyone very loud on speaker about the penalty of 750 DKK if one did not have the (FREE) seat ticket booked before embarking. All this only on some trains, and still as we have to wear masks in the trains, which was what originally anulled the seat ticket rule… You follow so far?! Because I certaintly don’t! Fuck…
But the reason why I felt inspired to write actually, was that I sit here, in all my colours, without a mask, but with a smile because I listen to good music and am on my way to beautiful and loving people. And then suddenly I notice that I feel wrong for showing my happiness here. I look around and only see bored, tired and sad people. I feel wrong, like I have to adapt to these sad surroundings or someone is going to be angry at me for not showing “Samfundssind” aka solidarity!
I imagine this little film in my mind, where a speck or splash of colour, maybe even small explosions of rainbow paint (me), dance around in between the grey and uniform people at a train platform (my surroundings), bursting with contagious happiness not easily received but craved, alone or rare in the odd society the world has become… And I can’t decide whether I can before myself more now, or less.
Just thoughts on a train, but oh so very relevant and realistic thoughts!
NomadeSylfiden 
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