October 14th, 2014

guitar

Trains, platforms...

Kings Crioss, 6:45 am. Waves and waves of people. Beautiful women, ugly men (yeah, yeah I know; at least as seen from here), fellow human beings probably full of dreams or, more probably at this time, sleep. Possible competitors for resources, or dogmatic fools or driven fanatics.. Who knows, I'll never know any of them or how close they could be, how akin. They quickly pass, most never to be met in the rest of the life of the universe.