• Thoughts

    lonely spaces

    Recently, I visited a deserted train station. I walked towards its yellow light, a weird oasis in the darkness. The wind ghosted in from the sea, and haunted me with fragrances of salt and rotting seaweed. By the staircase an electric light buzzed a hornet’s warning. Stark functionality reigned, along with stern cautions: ‘Keep behind the line’. Ticket machines waited patiently for customers. Benches yearned for backsides. A shelter from inclement weather beckoned for company. From a distance a train hooted a warning, and twin lights zoomed towards us. We leaned forward in anticipation, but stayed safely within bounds. The train did not deign to stop, and whooshed us within…