May 24 2009
An Empty DART Story
Just Lottie and I. On a Saturday afternoon. On an empty DART.
There’s no annoying teen voices, no too-loud headphones, no intricate lies across strangers faces, no loves being born nor hearts being broken.
Just a quiet train and an empty notepad.
Tales from the DART side by Darren Byrne ๐
Seriously, there’s a book there. At least a novella. ๐
Tales from the DART side. Love it.
I will take this story and use it as the inspiration for another strip of “A Bear Mind”! ๐
Could it be that this empty DART symbolises the empty feeling in many peoples hearts in today’s depressing world?
Or is it a sign that man’s inhumanity to man has reached such staggering levels that not one person can bear the thought of being in the presence of another in such a confined space?
As a great Irish poet once said:
” We have tasted and tested too much lover-
Through a chink too wide there comes no wonder.
But here in the advent darkened room, where the dry
black bread and sugarless tea of penance will charm back
the luxury of a child’s soul.
We’ll return to doom the knowledge we stole but could
not use. ”
Heh English exam 2moro just thought I’d have a lil practice.
Couldn’t remember whether that was Yeats or Kavannagh I quoted though…..uh-oh =(
@Sean Yarr – it was Kavanagh. I remember that crap being drilled into me for years. Never liked Kavanagh or his stoney grey soils.
Oh, and if I was going for symbolism, surely solitude and the lack of inspiration in today’s recessionary times would be closer to the mark. ๐
G’luck in the exams.
Anytime I’ve ever been on the DART, everyone seems to avoid one another by sticking the headphones in. I like to guess what everyone is listening too. You might as well be alone on the DART for the amount of interaction with others that goes on
I liked this post a lot ๐
There is very little like it. I take out my camera at times like that ๐