It is dusk, the lights are just starting to turn on.
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As I pass a tree, I notice the different colors of the lights which project onto it, and tulips blooming to my
left.
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There’s a moss that pervades on top of red brick walls - the natural on top of the unnatural in this area of
yellow clay.
—
There's a cat.
She mews softly as I begin to pet her.
She seems happy with the company, but then meanders off.
She stares at me as I walk away.
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Many signs of private drives and cctv cameras.
They are watching me.
—
But still old bricks covered in moss.
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There's a lot you can tell about a property looking at the condition of its surrounding wall.
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I reach a rich intersection and reflect on the fact that I'm most positively lost.
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Across the way are the murmurs of the suburban population.
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Cars here are parked onto the sidewalk. Living in the space for people.
—
The wind picks up now.
I see it moving a willow tree.
—
Cars become more prominent as the light fades, the light from their headlights blinding - making evident
the division between the walker and the driver.
—
The lights dance across the middle of my vision.
—
The walls of the world have changed into a mix of plaster and yellow brick. It's still the master.
—
A foreign landscape: Blossoming cherry trees. A beautiful break from the monotony of dead.
—
In a sense, all you see is occupation.
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Joyful sounds that are full of life.
—
Light begins to show. From rooms towards the street.
Residential buildings showing occupation.
—
In the background, I can see the cranes of Central London. Skyscrapers in their own right from the urban
center.
–
At last, I reach the place of my destination. A different entrance that I thought I would see.
Gunnersbury station.
—
As I pass a tree, I notice the different colors of the lights which project onto it, and tulips blooming to my
left.
—
There’s a moss that pervades on top of red brick walls - the natural on top of the unnatural in this area of
yellow clay.
—
There's a cat.
She mews softly as I begin to pet her.
She seems happy with the company, but then meanders off.
She stares at me as I walk away.
—
Many signs of private drives and cctv cameras.
They are watching me.
—
But still old bricks covered in moss.
—
There's a lot you can tell about a property looking at the condition of its surrounding wall.
—
I reach a rich intersection and reflect on the fact that I'm most positively lost.
—
Across the way are the murmurs of the suburban population.
—
Cars here are parked onto the sidewalk. Living in the space for people.
—
The wind picks up now.
I see it moving a willow tree.
—
Cars become more prominent as the light fades, the light from their headlights blinding - making evident
the division between the walker and the driver.
—
The lights dance across the middle of my vision.
—
The walls of the world have changed into a mix of plaster and yellow brick. It's still the master.
—
A foreign landscape: Blossoming cherry trees. A beautiful break from the monotony of dead.
—
In a sense, all you see is occupation.
—
Joyful sounds that are full of life.
—
Light begins to show. From rooms towards the street.
Residential buildings showing occupation.
—
In the background, I can see the cranes of Central London. Skyscrapers in their own right from the urban
center.
–
At last, I reach the place of my destination. A different entrance that I thought I would see.
Gunnersbury station.