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I have a new route to work now. On an overground train that passes parks and houses and a school, that passes other trains. On which I stand closely to strangers for about eight minutes, never more than 10. Sometimes our hands touch as the train lurches and one of us reaches for something to hold on to. Other times I accidentally make eye contact with the done-up blonde or the two men in suits, at least one of whom must feel choked by his tie, the other choked by expectation, regret, any of life’s other nooses.

Often I imagine what it feels like to be the wives of the men wearing wedding rings, to be the children of the mothers who can talk about nothing but them, to be the done-up blonde with everything so perfect and smooth and I wonder how many people ever get to be the version of themselves they wished they could become.

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  1. aaah. this is bliss, vic. how’s your book going? i hope it’s coming along swimmingly, i can’t wait to read it. xx

    October 16, 2012
  2. sofie #

    that last sentence really struck me. particularly the very last part: “I wonder how many people ever get to be the version of themselves they wished they could become.”
    may we all get closer to being that version (that is, if what we wish is what is indeed best for us)

    have a magnificent tuesday and thank you for making my day!

    October 16, 2012
  3. Wheres that book of yours? This has got me excited for it! x

    October 16, 2012
  4. yes! yes. please write more for us!

    (i’m seriously excited about your book…i just know it’ll be amazing.)

    October 17, 2012
  5. If there was a like button I would click it.

    October 22, 2012
  6. You write so beautifully.

    October 22, 2012
  7. beautiful. that’s all.

    March 22, 2013

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