This is the train station near my yard. I have no idea what the locked gate thing is protecting. I wonder if it was put up after the window was smashed or not.
I like the sun or sky's reflection on the pipe, and how the walls on either side of it are different textures. The graffiti on the little chair I sat on engaged me whilst I waited for my train. My trousers looked nice that day next to the brownish floor. All these colours are so pretty together, in a washed out suburban kinda way. So much rust and ruin and cracked stuff. I think it's important to capture such things cos it's all honest. Imagine posterity only ever seeing perfection in representations of the past. It wouldn't even make sense.
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