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Here Is the Problem

Here is the problem: I have no idea what Maxwell has been doing, or where he has been.  I have completely lost sight of him.  For one moment he was flying high and the next; he simply vanish...
Posted by commuter_x on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 11:01:00 PST

Dangerous Business

The past can be such dangerous business.  Maxwell avoided it as often as possible.  But sometimes it would seep up into his thoughts without warning, like paint rising up from the insides of...
Posted by commuter_x on Sat, 17 Jun 2006 08:01:00 PST

ctrl+alt+del

      Monday morning, with little sleep, Maxwell found himself in the bathroom of a South-bound train.  We shouldn't just throw around words like bathroom, though.  It wa...
Posted by commuter_x on Mon, 01 May 2006 06:41:00 PST

The spaces between buildings

     After work, Maxwell lingered: drinking beer and talking about the power of art, no less.  And more importantly, about the roll of its very hanging and the relationship to its ...
Posted by commuter_x on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 07:59:00 PST

Good Friday

There are several paths between the train station and the work station. Some are much slower than others. One traces the Charles River, between the water and Storrow Drive. The Back Bay rising up behi...
Posted by commuter_x on Sat, 15 Apr 2006 10:43:00 PST

try to write something

     It is perfect. A dowtown train from Ruggles to North Station: orange line all the wayA thriteen minute burn, but can he make it? Maxwell does not know, but knows the no reason...
Posted by commuter_x on Thu, 13 Apr 2006 08:52:00 PST

him or me

     It might be someone else though, someone else other than me.  The story is simple enough.  It is not hard to imagine a different face saying the words, taking a...
Posted by commuter_x on Sun, 09 Apr 2006 05:41:00 PST

first thing....

First he starts out by walking ten minutes from the front door to the train depot-one crow, blackhole black, against the blue sky-up and over raliroad ave.  The train comes soon enough, sometimes...
Posted by commuter_x on Sat, 01 Apr 2006 05:59:00 PST