Friday 3rd August


Stuck on the night train nothing moving someone went under the wheels
further up the line, somebody not going to see the sunrise. On the pavement
back in town a tattooed boy sits cross legged holding court with a a group of
mesmerised girls gathered round him sipping light beers from the bottle.
It’s warm, we wear our shirts open, savouring the smell of slow time.
Back on the train a young actress finds a seat near a family away from
inquisitive drunk boys & asks, “Do you know why we’re not moving?”

Netsky underscores abandoned passengers on a train