Thursday, September 11, 2008

Looking around I realised that the landscape was begining to crumble and fall away...

The railway station was dry but smelt of wet clothes, the air was sticky, the flourescent lamps hummed and made the place look ill. A couple of students, huddled by their rucksacks and plastic bags, giggled at some unheard and weed relevant joke. I chose on a bench in the middle of main foyer, sat and looked at my watch. 1629hrs. I checked my pocket for lose change and decided there was enough to buy a 45 minute journey in either direction.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

That's a bloody marvellous illustration...

Matt said...

I second the bloody marvellous sentiment.

Mind the gap.