Thursday, March 17, 2005

Tram lijn 7 - Richting Flevopark - 22:49

The tram rumbles to a stop in front of me, offering an escape from the billowy sheets of soft spring rain. It's on-time, and I'm pleased to be on my way home late this Wednesday evening, riding tram line 7 in the direction of Flevopark.

I'm surprised to find the tram so full, though I am still able to find a seat a bit toward the front. A glance throughout the tram reveals dozens of strangers facing each other with cold, casual stares... two teenage girls, speaking a valley girl dialect of Dutch... a middle-aged Lebanese man with a thick, black moustache... an old Chinese woman with a red "Dirk van den Broek" bag... a scruffy-faced man in a black leather biker's jacket, gazing absently at the emergency exit signs while petting his small dog's sleek white fur...

The interior of the tram is bathed in flourescent lights the color of skim milk, illuminating the human condition. It is a tram full of Elenor Rigbies. All the lonely people-- where do they all come from? All the lonely people-- where do they all belong?

As we approach the crossing over the Amstel River, the tram slows to a crawl. Nice and easy over the slightly jagged tracks where the drawbridge separates... The moment of pause comes at the middle of the bridge, offering an impressive vista of the rain-soaked city. The delicate ancient church towers of the Zuiderkerk and the Oude Kerk off to my left; the stout silver "skyscrapers" of the Amstel business district off to my right; and thousands upon thousands of golden windows, row upon row in the tightly packed houses spanning the space in between.

The soundtrack in my head switches to Ray Charles singing "Do I Ever Cross Your Mind?," a song from an old friend who never returns my messages anymore... And as I return the cold, casual stares of these familiar strangers in the tram, I am gripped with a sense of sadness. I realize that I am lonely, too. I understand that no one in this sea of humanity is capable of offering the companionship and completion for which I truly yearn. We're all looking for something that cannot be found on this tram. A higher level of discourse is required, a transcendent comprehension of completion and companionship. Do they understand this, too? The man with the dog? The old Chinese lady? The tired Lebanese man? The chatty teenage girls? Or is this truth so inescapable that it's imcomprehensible?

2 Comments:

At 3:01 PM, Blogger seth said...

It may be Eric. I feel like I'm supposed to know it, and yet my drive home on US 74 each day is lonely. Not the 'Amsterdam' lonely, surrounded by people, but the US lonely, physically isolated in your car and emotionally isolated.

 
At 4:36 AM, Anonymous bird said...

you make me want to create
you are intelligent, and articulate, and imaginative and deep...truly inspirational
all i want to do when i get done checking in on your blog is write, draw, paint, sculpt

glory to God...he made writers
(1kings7, 2 chr2:13-14)

 

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