Exercises In Style- Remembering to Forget

Remembering to Forget
Original
On the 3:32 train to Biloxi, Missouri there was a man with a bowler hat sitting four rows ahead of myself. He was sitting there with a newspaper titled “The Truesdale Times.” The paper was dated January 12th, 2010. He was reading old news. The conductor on train announced “Trimble Station, next stop, Trimble Station.” The man shifted in his seat, preparing to get off the train. He put down the paper and took off his hat and ruffled his hair to place every strand in seemingly random directions, giving his hair volume and style, a harmonizing cacophony as it were.
The man had left his paper on his seat and the train was already slowing down as if to stop. The man was waiting for the door to open, to exit the train. He began to take his first step off when I yelled, “Wait sir!” He stopped mid-step and held the door open. I handed him his paper. He took it gladly and wished me a nice day.
Metaphorically
Late afternoon, the cabin was empty (save two wandering spirits). The rolling metal compartment contained an observer of many. The sole inheritor of the duties of being observed was wearing woven plants and fibers on his melon. The observed, living in the past removed the object on his head and shook the black wheat falling flat on his head.
The observed spirit was leaving the plane on movement toward a slower dimension. He had forgotten his piece of the past in the present. The observed took action and made haste to reconcile the mistake made by this stoic soul. The icy demeanor held by the observed changed from a frigid winter to a balmy summer in which emanated zephyrs to all observed and brightened the otherwise stormy weather.
Surprises
At 3:32 the train zoomed toward Biloxi, Missouri! One man sat in his seat on edge with a bowler hat covering sweaty, greasy hair! He read a newspaper from the past, flipping every page with immense suspense of the possible outcomes of news that had already happened! But to this man none of these scenarios had yet to occur! The train speeding, the conductor shouted, “The train is almost in Trimble Station!” The man’s eyes popped open and looked up with a look of someone who had been snapped back to reality!
Oh no! The man left the paper from the pas on his seat! Running, I grabbed it from its place and frantically looked around for the man who had just been there only a moment ago! Staring left and right time seemed to slow down! There he was! Waiting at the exit as if ready to bolt, I made eye contact! He stopped! He stared! I handed him his paper! “Thank you!” He shouted.

Litotes
On a train I was alone with one man. The man was reading a newspaper from the previous day. The man was wearing a bowler hat. The conductor announced the next destination. The man got up to get off. The man left his newspaper behind. I got up and got it to him. He thanked me. He got off.

Haiku

Man on train with hat
News from past preoccupies
Man forgets, I help.