Here's something I wrote in my Moleskin the other day when I was on the train going to work.
When Nick Cave writes in his moleskin, what does he write? What does he see when he rides the train as I am now.
Does he see the lights flashing by?
His reflection in the window?
The single mother's downcast eyes as her baby cries?
A criminal's eyes shift shift shift?
The teenagers. Like a pack of wolves.
The commuters glazed stares on the platform?
The barren city scape?
The musician's cowboy swagger (and does it make him consider his own swagger?)
The time ticking?
The stops rolling past, never ending?
Eyes on him. Like Leeches?
Debating whether to put his feet on the seat?
The memory of stars?
Of the ocean?
Boredom?
I'm going to do some writing tonight, I'll play around with some of these ideas and youtube anything I come up with.
See you out on the road for the Paul Dempsey tour. Yay!
Leena x