“My feet. That’s the signal. They start twitching. And I know it’s coming,” C tells me.
Out the window of the rushing train, the sun climbs up out of the eastern horizon of Colorado. I met C early this morning for the first time after she agreed to be interviewed for a project I’m working on that involves Denver’s transit system.
She continues, “You know like on a roller coaster when the car slows at the top?”
“Oh yeh, of course,” I say “There’s that ‘clack, clack, clack’ as the car slows and groans beneath the weight and incline. Then it gets to the top and pauses.”
“Well, when I feel that—that twitching—I sit down ‘cause I know it’s about to happen.”
“Sit no matter where you are? Middle of the street? Anywhere?”
“Anywhere. I have to.”
Continue reading The Mind Eraser