Once I’d noticed the straight parallel lines in the textured pad at the bottom of the stairs, I saw straight lines everywhere, without moving from my spot sheltering under the canopy.
A Few Straight Lines
Some days, especially when it’s raining and I’m early for a train that’s running late, there’s ample time to observe my surroundings. It’s not, generally, a prepossessing station, nothing could be painted that awful combination of colours, but there are odd little curlicues which must date from an earlier era when the station was the supply point for the Victorian hospital.
Posted by rowena on July 12, 2012
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