Hanjin, Hanjin, Hanjin… Cho Yang… Hanjin, Hanjin, - so many of those… Evergreen.

Only one thing moving now. Not me, not them, not all the things that should be getting done. Just those boxes rollin' by. Rolling and rolling. I suppose they can't go any faster through the city. Good thing they built a tunnel for them: Imagine all the cars on all the streets between here and the Kingdome stopped, waiting, passing time, staring.

How long is this thing anyway?
My life on hold for commerce.

I can't believe I'm sitting here like this. Got a place to be. Got a million things should be done already but I can't think about that now. Ohhh but it won't leave me and I feel myself trying to squish the lid shut over it and it won't fit. The flight is a week too soon. It's an impossibility to finish the class that early, to have the applications finished beforehand. I will be sending those from Korea… have to be sure to send them a week earlier from there too. OH. MY. GOD. What have I been doing with my time? Where did it go. I'm not ready yet to return there. I can't go on the 9th, I really can't. Not because it's too many days gone - because it is from work you know - but because I won't finish what I promised I would.

This is the longest train I've seen in ages. I'm really late now.
What's in those things?

(People transiting toward extinction.)

I'll make a list: Calls to make. I MUST complete some homework tonight. Open up those applications sitting there in the pile. There's only one program I'm excited about anyway. The 9th is only - what? - two weeks away, two-point-five? Oh, no way is it going to happen. No way can I finish the class early, write statements of purpose…. What if I didn't apply this year? I could just not… then I'd be ready for the next. Yeah, I'd be really ready for the next time around. (Right.)

I would fail.

Burlington Northern, Burlington Northern, Burlington Northern, Santa Fe… Burlington Northern… none.

And yet still stalled.