Ode to the KTX

There's something romantic, almost nostalgic about train rides. Rocking back and forth at a steady unsteady rhythm I close my eyes and remember to breathe. Rubik's cube in my lap, favorite pens spread out on my tiny tray. The Korean man beside me is reading the paper and moving his legs from side to side, matching the beat of the song playing on my ipod. The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth. My flip flop clad feet give into the surrounding motions. The jumbled mess in my mind clears. This is my time to reflect. This is my therapy.