Thoughts on the train

I've just left Surbiton station, on my way to Waterloo. I planed on reading Lies of Silence by Brian Moore but the scenery beyond the window pane is too good to miss. I've previously only done this journey in the dark and I like to know where I'm going. After reading Loitering with Intent by Muriel Spark I have a new obsession: looking at people's faces. I look at them and I wonder if they could be the characters in a story that I haven't yet dreamt up. It's just building on my love of people watching really. The sky looks like it's about to split apart and rain for twenty years right now. The clouds are low and a dreary grey colour. We're just travelling past the biggest graveyard I've seen in my life. I don't know what I want done with my body when I die. I can't imagine ever knowing. Pins and needles. Needles and pins.