momentary

I was sitting there quietly, still under the sun like a fortunate fool.  I was seconded to the aquarium and the landless mass I see not too far away. 

I was sensible and intelligent, the vain hapless steward of melancholy.  my rope was up, and I pulled and pulled to the sun and back.  I was the dripping listless type, you know very punctual and filled with affectations.

I sought the company of all.  and endeared the eyes of strangers on the train.