I'm Stan.
- - Part of a book club, located in Canada
- - I post about books
- - Also a fan of music, vinyl, photography, cities, architecture and coffee shops
- -Pretty much just a nerd who tries to be subtle about it
Word: Station
This is what I wrote in sixty seconds.
Train stations, bus stations, gas stations; all of which I’ve experienced alone. I’ve lost count of whether it’s by choice or not. Vancouver train station was the last place that reminded me of this reality. Headphones on, Bon Iver playing and me compartmentalizing both the sensical and the non-sensical thoughts…
Initial thoughts: Sixty seconds is really NOT enough time at all, but it forces your mind to resort to trigger something within you to start writing…such a cool feeling. Also, apparently I write like a fucking emo kid with too much angst?