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Sunday, March 7, 2010

Picture Youself in a Bizzaro World



there are a few times that i think i am taking part in some Einstein inspired space time experiment.

one is pretty visual: there are times in the NYC subway system that trains run on tracks next to each other, around the same speed, like express and local. you can see into the other train easily.

seems different than when you pass automobiles i suppose because they are so much more a show of the personal: status symbols, income, who you're with etc.

but trains look pretty similar, so it's more mirror mirror.

and i think to part of Special relativity about 2 rocket ships travelling at the same speed near light speed. it may be part of the twin paradox, one traveling on each.

so when our trains are running, you look over there at times. and i almost expect that to be a parallel universe traveling thru time, where i see myself if i had chosen a different life. like i see some YUPpie, dark suit, slicked hair, reading the Wall Street Journal, disdainfully riding the train amongst the rabble, pissed he can't yell on his phone for once (it's underground, no reception), there because he couldn't get a cab fri nite or something, going to his uptown joint, with his yuppet, drinking wine, living like Charlie Sheen.

maybe time to get off next stop no matter what is is eh?

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