in geography we learnt that there are plates under us drifting in underlying motion it is said that when collided brings with it an ecstasy of disasters i liken to how i feel at seven pm on the train home from work practice balancing on metal plates as faded sceneries unwind before my very eyes the occasional crash into strangers brings with it a divergent of careless intimacy nothing stays long enough for a smile just floating heads a flurry in their tragic minds