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+title: Stagnant
+genre: prose
+
+id: stagnant
+toc: "Stagnant"
+
+project:
+    title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
+    class: paul
+    order: 27
+    next:
+    - title: Building
+      link: building
+    - title: Stump
+      link: stump
+    prev:
+    - title: Options
+      link: options
+    - title: Snow
+      link: snow
+...
+
+"Riding the bus to work is a good way to think or to read" Paul thought to himself on the bus ride to work.
+His thoughts couldn't become real to him because he didn't want to look insane to everyone else on the bus.
+His thoughts came to him like someone [yelling over a hard wind][].
+He was trying to write them on his memory but the act of writing was easier and more immediate than that of listening.
+He was afraid that when he looked at his memory later he wouldn't be able to read what was written.
+
+"Thoughts are like the wind outside a moving bus" he thought "or rather the bus is a brain slamming into columns of stagnant air causing them to whistle past in a confusion of something."
+He could barely hear the voice [yelling to him over the wind][].
+"Speak up" he thought to the voice, then remembered it was his own.
+He wished he'd remembered a book to read.
+
+He looked at his hands to pass the time.
+[They were dry in the winter air][] that had seeped its way into the bus.
+He tried to figure out how many hours they would make it before cracking and bleeding.
+"Maybe three or four" he thought accidentally out loud.
+He looked around expecting stares from everyone on the seat.
+[He was surprised that he was the only one on the bus.][]
+
+[He was surprised that he was the only one on the bus.]: stayed-on-the-bus.html
+[yelling over a hard wind]: sense-of-it.html
+[They were dry in the winter air]: hands.html
+[yelling to him over the wind]: cold-wind.html