The Observatory

There was a girl sitting in front of me on the train today. She had longish blonde hair tied in a ponytail and talked constantly on the phone – not one long conversation either, but many smaller ones. I think she smelled of smoke, but it could have been someone else. I don’t think she was feeling well either. She would rest her head against the window as she talked, I believe it was to her mom, and when we passed over the bridge she got a bit freaked and jumped back. She mentioned the bridge on the phone. I’m not sure if it just startled her or whether she has some fear of bridges or water or heights or all of the above.

For some reason I noticed all this through reading Watchmen. Maybe because they were mostly non-visual. I also remember someone eating something very strong-smelling. Not in a bad way, but noticeable. There was a guy across the aisle eating ramen, but I don’t think it was him.

For some reason I wanted to write about this. It’s just odd the multitude of little things you notice throughout the day.