" I hope you write a story about this"

Tonight I signalled I wanted to catch the 5:00 train, did exit things to enable this, except left my bike helmet at the desk, by the time I made it to the train platform on my ebike, all gone.  I waited for the next train, with my study partner, all good as I caught the train home via the inner west, which terminates at now gentrified beach destination, OMG, another level of fashion forwardness. Think men in linen jackets, paisley shirts, trousers, lace up oxfords, carry bags, silver fox (male, female) with wrap around wool wear, confidence, knowing/connecting looks, cool handbags by a bespoke bag maker. 

My pick of the night was a couple, she/they short hair, tweed wool coat, wrap around scarf, leaning into/resting against him/they in pink shirt, doom scrolling phones. She/they wore pants, lace up oxfords and as she/they exited, I noted: nose ring, lip ring, that latest craze of skinny pendant descending into cleavage territory, semi unbuttoned linen shirt, thin not wiry, in addition to canvas and leather carrier knapsack, decently stitched, a bag screen printed for "dough", which was stuffed with a puzzle box. 

People are truly fascinating. I imagined them as tenured economic lecturers, based in CBD, identical twin geniuses fending for selves as they adapted Royal Tennenbaum into a musical. As it happens, classmate confided sibling was in a musical revival of Xanadu, and they'd watched the film, loved it, sibling, cast as the Olivia Newton John equivalent, busted themself mastering roller skating on top of singing/acting. Amazing. Last night on the train, me and my study partner chatted to a guy and his girlfriend, prompted by my discovery his bike was a 'speedster" which I'd always assumed was a behavioural tag not literal; he confided he studied history, I said "oh, I've borrowed Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventures, those dudes are failing history', he said yeah, classic film (I still have not watched it, and it's so overdue from the library!)