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		<title>Thoughts on Darkness 01: Notes on the subway</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href=http://www.arterimalaysia.com/2009/04/10/notes-on-the-subway/><img src=http://www.arterimalaysia.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/tunnel450px-150x150.jpg class=imgtfe hspace=7 align=left width=150  border=0></a>by Simon Soon

Some nights ago, traveling back from another night out in town, the train took me on the wrong direction. Changing tracks at an outer burrough stop, I listened to an animated young boy, who couldn't have been older than 20,  talking to a stranger, who sat beside him, about his kids. When the train arrived, it took us mid-way through a tunnel beneath the river and stopped dead on its tracks for a good half hour. That was where, with no devise in mind, I let time slip through, bearing much irritation and impatience.]]></description>
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