Speaking of trains, this quote from Snowpiercer is pure gold:
Order is the barrier that holds back the flood of death. We must all of us on this train of life remain in our allotted station. We must each of us occupy our preordained particular position. Would you wear a shoe on your head? Of course you wouldn’t wear a shoe on your head. A shoe doesn’t belong on your head. A shoe belongs on your foot. A hat belongs on your head. I am a hat. You are a shoe. I belong on the head. You belong on the foot. Yes? So it is. In the beginning, order was proscribed by your ticket: First Class, Economy, and freeloaders like you. Eternal order is prescribed by the sacred engine: all things flow from the sacred engine, all things in their place, all passengers in their section, all water flowing. all heat rising, pays homage to the sacred engine, in its own particular preordained position. So it is. Now, as in the beginning, I belong to the front. You belong to the tail. When the foot seeks the place of the head, the sacred line is crossed. Know your place. Keep your place. Be a shoe.
Because, be a shoe, people.
But really Tilda Swinton looks like this, in all her ethereal glory:
Imagine that you have gotten on an old-fashioned romantic train with a specific destination in mind. As you choose a cozy seat and you settle in, the train begins to move. As it goes faster and faster the scenery changes to become more beautiful and more inviting by the moment, and along the way you see things that cause you to want something other than what you originally intended. That’s okay, Pisces. The point of a journey is to get to the right place, yet sometimes we don’t recognize the right place until we see it.
My horoscope for the day is mildly poetic. I’m really enjoying this metaphor for life especially right now given how crazy this train ride has been. But I’m confident there does exist a more beautiful place in the distance and that I’m not far from it. I just don’t know where it is I’m supposed to go yet.
Right now I just feel burnt out and I’m in search of a place so different from the place I’ve been in these last few months. But it takes time for the scenery to change and evolve.
I suddenly find myself with some free time but I’m not entirely certain what it is I want to spend doing with that time. Which might be OK for now so long as I don’t feel like I’m starting to waste time. But I need to figure it out sooner rather than later. The jarring realities of life aren’t too far off the horizon.
This was once Mazama, I kept reminding myself. This was once a mountain that stood nearly 12,000 feet tall and then had its heart removed. This was once a wasteland of lava and pumice and ash. This was once an empty bowl that took hundreds of years to fill. But hard as I tried, I couldn’t see them in my mind’s eye. Not the mountain or the wasteland or the empty bowl. They simply weren’t there anymore. There was only the stillness and silence of the water: what a mountain and wasteland and and empty bowl turned into after the healing began.
— Wild, Cheryl Strayed
I perhaps read about reading more than I actually read… I need to set time aside for this really fulfilling endeavor. Coming up with creative spaces to read will probably assist me…