May 24 2009
An Empty DART Story
Just Lottie and I. On a Saturday afternoon. On an empty DART.
There’s no annoying teen voices, no too-loud headphones, no intricate lies across strangers faces, no loves being born nor hearts being broken.
Just a quiet train and an empty notepad.
Tales from the DART side by Darren Byrne
Seriously, there’s a book there. At least a novella.
Tales from the DART side. Love it.
I will take this story and use it as the inspiration for another strip of “A Bear Mind”!
Could it be that this empty DART symbolises the empty feeling in many peoples hearts in today’s depressing world?
Or is it a sign that man’s inhumanity to man has reached such staggering levels that not one person can bear the thought of being in the presence of another in such a confined space?
As a great Irish poet once said:
” We have tasted and tested too much lover-
Through a chink too wide there comes no wonder.
But here in the advent darkened room, where the dry
black bread and sugarless tea of penance will charm back
the luxury of a child’s soul.
We’ll return to doom the knowledge we stole but could
not use. ”
Heh English exam 2moro just thought I’d have a lil practice.
Couldn’t remember whether that was Yeats or Kavannagh I quoted though…..uh-oh =(
@Sean Yarr – it was Kavanagh. I remember that crap being drilled into me for years. Never liked Kavanagh or his stoney grey soils.
Oh, and if I was going for symbolism, surely solitude and the lack of inspiration in today’s recessionary times would be closer to the mark.
G’luck in the exams.
Anytime I’ve ever been on the DART, everyone seems to avoid one another by sticking the headphones in. I like to guess what everyone is listening too. You might as well be alone on the DART for the amount of interaction with others that goes on
I liked this post a lot
There is very little like it. I take out my camera at times like that