[URBAN NOTE] Dufferin's Perils
Jul. 5th, 2006 03:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonald"I believed for years that I was going to hell," the woman said two or so weeks ago on the Dufferin bus. "You can't make me believe that a just god would permit this."
I looked up from the book I was reading towards the back. A woman, perhaps 20 or so, was sitting next to someone who looked like a boyfriend, but I realized that I was looking at the wrong people when I heard the same voice again but didn't see any lips move.
"There has to be something better," the woman's voice said, "there has to be something." The actual speakers was sitting in the very back of the bus, wearing a peasant skirt and with long braided hair, opposite a tall strong man with a book in his hand. Shortly afterwards, I disembarked.
This conversation, I hasten to add, coincided only in place with my sighting, two times in fifteen minutes last night, of two different people reading the same passage of the same edition of Conrad's Heart of Darkness. The text related something about Kurtz' glory, I think.
I looked up from the book I was reading towards the back. A woman, perhaps 20 or so, was sitting next to someone who looked like a boyfriend, but I realized that I was looking at the wrong people when I heard the same voice again but didn't see any lips move.
"There has to be something better," the woman's voice said, "there has to be something." The actual speakers was sitting in the very back of the bus, wearing a peasant skirt and with long braided hair, opposite a tall strong man with a book in his hand. Shortly afterwards, I disembarked.
This conversation, I hasten to add, coincided only in place with my sighting, two times in fifteen minutes last night, of two different people reading the same passage of the same edition of Conrad's Heart of Darkness. The text related something about Kurtz' glory, I think.
