Train stations will always hold some hidden little smiles for me - a surprise flower growing between the tracks, the weird way an underground station smells in all it's tiled clinicity, the fifty people all gathered under the clock as a meeting spot. There's graffiti, one of my favourite visual excitements, and usually there's a slogan to make my mind twist.
On the way into Sydney recently to see the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras parade I caught sight of a beauty at Waverton station: a beautifully painted station fixture sign that said
Alight here for Beautiful BALLS HEAD
... and we all know what comes right along with balls, don't we? But there's plenty of those types of heads floating around already and I'd rather not like to spend time with them!
3 comments:
could you be any more up yourself?
Actually, Anonymous, yes I could. I could choose to speak in attack without bothering to identify myself.
Yours,
Vic
first, i see anonymous people as having no backbone...now with that said onto the more important stuff...
love trains too! there's been a couple of places where i've lived that i could hear a train passing, from a distance, in the night. the singing of the rails and the occasional whistle always lulled me to sleep. riding on one is so cool!
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