Mental Constipation

Subway ramblings from today:

Strong desire to write. People are looking. Pretending to write notes about subway. Hemingway is in my head, as I’m currently reading A Moveable Feast, and I have to write him out. Will compose list of adjectives. Callous. Illusory. Unsavory. Rule of repetition is three, five, seven.
Really, I have to expand my sentences. Old Ernest is compelling me to break the rules of grammar. Many sentences – truisms all  flew through my head as I was walking through the subway station. Here are a few:

• Asian people’s faces have such a capacity for sorrow.
• Though the man’s outfit was blatantly generic, there was something entirely novel about it.
• As the subwaycar pulls out of the station, there is an eye-to-eye confrontation between the passengers on it and the waiting passengers outside.
• The man was so curious, he was peeking over his shoulder even before he sat down next to me.
• Walking briskly towards me was a bald-headed man wearing a bright green summer shirt and a pair of way-too-shorts.