a stream of nonlinear images divorced from the reality i've been familiar with in the past 5 months, like one of those abnormally normal days a will-smith-movie would render in order to foreshadow a looming alien intrusion or day of doom:

a beautiful baby boy (i suspect he would resent the word i used to describe him) smiled to a stranger next to him, that kind of smile tv commercials would use to lure housewife demographics;

the stranger is scribbling on an antique notebook, and amused by my silly grin towards the baby;

same seats were taken over by a happiest couple ever, hispanic, laughed into a huddle, both awfully old but enviably in love;

2 cops invited a man down the 7 train cart when i was transferring at queens boro, asking him for ID, all quietly and politely as my N train slowly pulling away;

a little boy poked his mom and sister, gesturing a page on a new yorker magazine a young lady was reading next to them. i couldn't help peeping, was a political cartoon about the new president, the family giggled, apparently deriving great satisfaction from the moment of secretly sharing a stranger's food-for-thought;

a guy dressed in dark suit and a TIE with yellow stripes. a tie! in a 72 degrees sunny sunday! nipping a slice of raisin bread from brown bag, along with gulps of energy drink--some yellowish sugared water.

i started to picture what had those who i know been doing since the oddly perfect day broke, and wondered what was it making me feel uneasy..maybe it's the chapter i read before falling asleep last night, odenigbo said, we live because we don't remember that we will all die.

i had a brief panic that i might hv skipped the entire sunday in sleep and it's actually monday now. 

there wasn't a notice (more likely i missed it coz i was mind-surfing) that the weekend train is running express. i missed my stop, but i wasn't a bit frustrated now that i hv a few luxury free moments.