When I get on the train home I walk through the cars looking for one with the right vibe. Sometimes none of the cars seem quite right and when I get to the end of the train I realize the problem is the train itself. I don't want to be on it at all. I want to be on a different train. Or I want to be driving the train. Or walking alongside it. But once in my seat I create a force field around myself and the window becomes a living TV screen. I immerse myself into what I'm reading and if it's compelling I become submerged in the words like a warm bath (or maybe a cold shower if the material is a harsh reality.) Or if i'm inclined I'll listen to music and when the right song comes on it penetrates to the center of me through the layers of history and chords and parents' expectations and lifetimes of observing the eyes of others and I think I know just what the chorused voices mean. Like some kind of miracle.

I Heard a church bell softly chime

in a melody sustainin'

It's a long road to Canaan

On Bleeker Street

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=32DdLaAWtB8