Ghost train
Setting off in my spectral carriage we weaved in between warehouses, water and wastelands. This whole area is still in a state of shock by all the new attention after over 100 years of neglect. Strange how commerce here is now measured in square metres rather than imperial tonnage.
The sweet exception to the rule overshadows the penultimate stop. The factory is visible in granular detail while on the other side a deathly silent entrance to the city. It was a Saturday though so I suppose if the City is asleep so the entrance will be too.
The terminus is next but it won't be so for long: construction ahead will soon turn a dotted blue line into a solid one, burrowing beneath a somewhat wider blue line. For now though I'm going to have to choose between a couple of other means to reach that destined destination...
The sweet exception to the rule overshadows the penultimate stop. The factory is visible in granular detail while on the other side a deathly silent entrance to the city. It was a Saturday though so I suppose if the City is asleep so the entrance will be too.
The terminus is next but it won't be so for long: construction ahead will soon turn a dotted blue line into a solid one, burrowing beneath a somewhat wider blue line. For now though I'm going to have to choose between a couple of other means to reach that destined destination...
posted by Paul Campy at 13:30
2 Comments:
i dont get it
Bless. Written in the style of WhereWasI?... but to make things a little easier the links (and occasional photos) will give you the answers.
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