August 2017

A Brief Summary of Hamlet


Spoiler Alert!

Want a brief summary of Hamlet? In my honest option, Hamlet is one of Shakespeare’s best plays. I wrote this very brief summary because it was such an amazing read and I wanted to be able to remember it for later. can’t think of any other stories so tragic.

A Brief Summary of Hamlet:

Hamlet is in love with someone, he tells her so. Next, Hamlet friend’s sees a ghost who looks like Hamlet’s father, the king who recently died. Ophelia’s father tells the new king and queen about Hamlet’s shenanigans with his daughter.

The ghost tells Hamlet that his father was murdered by his brother (Hamlet’s uncle). He was murdered so that the uncle could become king and marry his sister-in-law, Hamlet’s mother.

There Is A Play

The king and queen want to send Hamlet away to another city. At first, Hamlet devises a plan to make a play about a man killing his brother to take his place as king. Consequentially, Hamlet wants his mother and uncle to see them play so he can judge their reactions and see if what the ghost said is true.

Hamlet puts on the show, his uncle (the king) reacts in such a way to suggest Hamlet’s suspicions are true. He later visits his mother in her chambers and hears someone in the closet. Without regard, he kills the man, who happens to be Ophelia’s father. Hamlet apologizes to his mother and drags the man’s body away. Ophelia finds out about her father’s death and kills herself by drowning.

The king guessing what Hamlet is onto his scheme decides to kill Hamlet. Hamlet leaves town and claims he is captured by pirates, but he later returns home. Ophelia’s brother returns from far away and hears about his father’s death. He confronts the king, the king says he is not responsible.

The Tragedy of Hamlet Begins

The king and Ophelia’s brother come up with a plan to kill Hamlet. The plan is a fight to the death. Hamlet doesn’t want any part of their scheme, but the king calls on him twice so he shows up.

The fight begins, Hamlet is winning but Ophelia’s brother has poison on his sword. The king brings in drinks, one is poison. Next, Hamlet kills Ophelia’s brother, his mother drinks the poison and dies. Finally, Hamlet stabs the king who also dies, Hamlets injuries are worse than they seem, so he dies.

Dark Glooming Rainy Night


We crowd around and wait while the frigid wind blows against our faces. Then we pack ourselves into seats or stand leaned against strangers. We breathe the stale air and see an endless stream of unfamiliar faces.

More people pack in, someone complains about someone else taking their space. The bus stops to let people off, someone steps up into the doorway. The driver says “There is no room, wait for the next one!” One man doesn’t move, so we all wait.  “Get off! I won’t close the doors till you leave”. The man begs, the driver sits silent, we wait some more.

At last, the bus arrives at my stop, people crowded around waiting to get on. Out the door and into the cold I push past some slow walkers. A girl and her dog are sitting on the ground beside the station doors, she has a sign, I glance but don’t read it. Around her are paper cups and tea bags, she’s covered with a dirty old blanket.

A few more steps and there is an old man holding the door open, his head is down. In his other hand, he holds a deteriorating Tim Horton’s coffee cup – he shakes it and the coins rattles. Walking through the door and heading down the stairs another man sits on the mucky floor. He is wearing a black jacket covered with band pins, a cane lays across his lap. He is flailing his arms and trying to speak, but no sound comes from his mouth.

The subway reaches my junction. I step out onto the platform, it’s crowded, people walk in every direction. Passing a pillar there is a man slouched over, his old running shoes torn, his soles are falling off. He holds a tattered tin can that trembles as people walk by.

I wait at the bottom of the stairs, there are so many people that no-one is moving. We ascend to the platform above, people rush past trying to catch the subways below. At the top of the stairs I see my train, people are walking, but not fast enough. I rush through the crowd, deking past the slow walkers. The doors start to close and the guy in front of me decides to stop moving. I will not miss this train, so I push through the doors and him, he vanishes into the crowd.

Reaching my stop I enter the mall to pick up a prescription. It is Tuesday so things are quiet, but there are still people everywhere. The pharmacist tells me to come back in half an hour, so I walk around the mall looking at things I don’t want or need.

After wasting some time I’m back in line at the pharmacy. The fidgety guy ahead of me asks for a bunch of syringes, he pays with cash and walks away.

Back into the cold. Crossing the crosswalk a BMW almost runs me over as it tries to catch a light.

Into my building’s elevator, two women talk about a friend who lied about her name to see the same doctor twice. One of them says “The doctor was such a jerk! He wouldn’t do the operations for her.”

Finally, the elevator reaches my floor. Walking down the hall I reach the door and pull out my keys. Inside, my daughter waves and my wife says hello, finally I’ve escaped the city!

The Loneliness of Long Distance Commuters


Rushing down the stairs to the platform, bells chime as the doors close. The accelerating subway pulling out of the station forces air up the stairs and against my face. I slow down, there is no longer a need to rush. On the platform, I join the other commuters, we lean against the wall. There is a small gap between me and the yellow line. Faceless strangers walk past trying to find a spot against the wall.

A timer on a screen says 3 minutes till the next train, I wait. Minutes later there is screeching and ringing as the train approaches. Cool air rushes against my face, bells chime and the doors open. The mob of people on the platform cram like sardines into the already packed train. The air inside is stale and warm.

The warm bodies inside push against me from all directions. The smells of perfume, cologne and body odor fill my nostrils. As the train sways with the tracks, we sway with it. Bodies shove in all directions, I push back, we flow together like water.

The train races forward, the doors chime and people fill in, my personal space becomes sparse. I try to take a deep breath, but there isn’t enough air.

We pass the junction, people are pushed against the wall, their desperate faces blend into the crowd.

The doors chime a few more times and people begin to leave. I can finally move and have space to breathe. The bells chime once more, people dump out and there is room for pushups. The train approaches my stop, now only the seats are full.

Off the train, someone yells “use the other stairs.” I follow the crowd up a creaking temporary staircase. People pass on the way down to their commute. Another crowd, but this one comes in all directions, passing through a turnstile I become part of it.

Taking a few quick steps I avoid most of the people trying to pass through the underground path. Opening a door I head up an escalator and into the light. I’m inside an office building, the sun shines through the windows in all directions. Another door and finally into the world. People line up, but I don’t know why. I continue to the bus stop. The air is beyond crisp, my parka is not enough.

A bus passes, then another, then another, finally mine. I walk straight to the door, so does everyone from the line. We pile in and grab seats, rest at last. We bump along, again the sun shines in all directions. People are standing, but there is still room for more. The bells rings and people get off, the bus is emptying out.

More twists and turns, more bells ringing, more people departing, we approach the end of the line. Pulling the rope the bell rings, it’s only me and the bus driver at this point.

The doors open and I step back into the cold, the wind blows against my face, the sun is bright and for a moment I am free.