The most unlikely places create stimulation. Stepping out into Kings Cross from a train that’s just arrived from the coast. Into the middle of a world city. The train ran up from east Kent and the Channel could be seen alongside the track. Grey and steel-like, container ships and tankers and bulk carriers in theContinue reading “(Night) train to Antwerpen”
Category Archives: Trains
A Funeral
Strange dreams; dreams are always strange. In the English countryside, early November days, the medieval period comes alive once more. Here and there, cottages in the misty late afternoon. Low cut tress, copper hues, dried blood red, dark green tones as life fades from the summer leaves. Winter trees appear, dark shadows, the starkness ofContinue reading “A Funeral”
The train to Red Vienna
The internet never sleeps. Throughout the night, cloud services, DNS servers, satellites, fibre optic networks, submarine cables are full of the relentless energy of packet switching data. In the early morning I wake up after a restless sleep in a cheap hotel room in Zurich. ‘Try the clear Zurich water!’ a sign says on theContinue reading “The train to Red Vienna”
The train to Zurich
The waiting time marches along quite briskly. I walk around St Pancras station, buy some more snacks, a roll, extra water, cheese straws, a large bar of chocolate. The days have become blurred and confused. It’s Thursday but I’m out of synch with myself by 24 hours. It’s still Wednesday somewhere in my head thatContinue reading “The train to Zurich”
Sometimes, a train journey
All writing must be done at least three times. The first draft has too many digressions and well, quite frankly, sometimes rants and raves in an uncouth manner about whatever is in the immediate environment. Cliche can be avoided as one goes along, phrases such as ‘the bleak moors’, an ‘iconic building’ don’t need toContinue reading “Sometimes, a train journey”
Towards a Republic
A great luxury in the early morning is to have a cup of black coffee with a single spoon of demerara sugar. There was a vague memory, dusty cobwebs in the mind, the last thoughts before sleep. A book. Which book had I been thinking of? It was noticed by accident while the thought wouldContinue reading “Towards a Republic”
In France
The lifting of the tension and oppression of the general state of England can be tangibly felt. The constant howling of the right-wing has been silenced by the crossing of the channel. A new fool acts as the leader but it will be more of the same. Lying, the enrichment of the tax dodging managementContinue reading “In France”
Commodity Fetishism 