Ah, the local train station. An outpost on the edge of swampland and industrial area. It's about a two kilometre bike ride from home, downhill most of the way. At 4:11am there is nobody there. Except possibly me. It's a place to relax and have a quiet cigarette in the early hours before hitting the beginning of the work day. It's cold, dark and contemplative.

It's also home to some of the most idiotic graffiti tryhards.
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Hoo, boy!
That's a job I would so love to do; going around with a big ol' red spray can and marking and correcting graffiti misspellings and grammatical errors.
What on earth were you doing there that early? of was this pre-wheels?
hey you.....are u coming to draculas on august 7th? i need to pay for tix.....
also love the shots on fliker of the mental hospital...fantastic
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