The town lies one stop west of the city.
The station sits very high above the ground, with a wide view.
Numerous railway tracks gather into a large bundle, spreading out all at once around the station, then narrowing again and stretching into the distance.
The station sits very high above the ground, with a wide view.
Numerous railway tracks gather into a large bundle, spreading out all at once around the station, then narrowing again and stretching into the distance.
The cluster of tall buildings in the city rises some way off.
Transmission towers.
Cargo ships in the port.
A motionless Ferris wheel.
Powerful lights surrounding a circular stadium.
Transmission towers.
Cargo ships in the port.
A motionless Ferris wheel.
Powerful lights surrounding a circular stadium.
Several major roads run through the town, leading towards the city and the port.
Once, while driving, I somehow ended up somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be.
A wide, two-lane road, with almost no cars even in the middle of the day.
Warehouses and what looked like deserted offices continued along both sides.
Everything around me seemed slightly dark, and I had a feeling of slowly losing my sense of direction.
Somewhere that might appear in a dream. I still don’t know where it was.
Once, while driving, I somehow ended up somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be.
A wide, two-lane road, with almost no cars even in the middle of the day.
Warehouses and what looked like deserted offices continued along both sides.
Everything around me seemed slightly dark, and I had a feeling of slowly losing my sense of direction.
Somewhere that might appear in a dream. I still don’t know where it was.
I walk along the railway line from the station towards the city. A light rain is falling.
It is early evening on a weekend, and the old shutters of car repair shops and panel beaters are down.
Apartments converted from brick warehouses and factories are scattered along the way, some still carrying the logos of the companies that once occupied them.
It is early evening on a weekend, and the old shutters of car repair shops and panel beaters are down.
Apartments converted from brick warehouses and factories are scattered along the way, some still carrying the logos of the companies that once occupied them.
Across a large road, lights begin to come on in the buildings and streetlights further up the hill.
A brief flicker, then a faint glow.
The sky is overcast, drained of colour.
Beside the train sidings, bushes bearing small, knobbly black berries have grown over the fence.
A brief flicker, then a faint glow.
The sky is overcast, drained of colour.
Beside the train sidings, bushes bearing small, knobbly black berries have grown over the fence.
At the top of the slope, a large overpass stands ahead.
Several railway tracks run beneath it, trains passing from time to time.
In the gathering darkness, a small red railway signal glows.
Several railway tracks run beneath it, trains passing from time to time.
In the gathering darkness, a small red railway signal glows.
On the other side of the bridge, tall buildings on either side of the tracks are blurred in the mist.
There are few cars on the road leading towards the port.
The cafés and restaurants in the business district are quiet too, their lights dimmed.
There are few cars on the road leading towards the port.
The cafés and restaurants in the business district are quiet too, their lights dimmed.
At the bottom of the bridge, the port opens out beyond a wide avenue with trams running through its centre.
A vast grey view suddenly opens up before me.
Perhaps because of the time and the weather, few people are in sight. It is still.
A vast grey view suddenly opens up before me.
Perhaps because of the time and the weather, few people are in sight. It is still.
Further along the waterfront, a single restaurant is still open.
It appears to be booked for a private function. People of different ages are dancing in a circle, something like a folk dance.
Light and colour suddenly emerge in the still, fading light. Laughter and cheers from inside.
It appears to be booked for a private function. People of different ages are dancing in a circle, something like a folk dance.
Light and colour suddenly emerge in the still, fading light. Laughter and cheers from inside.
A large bridge crossing the water is faintly visible in the distance.
At its foot, a cluster of buildings under development forms a dark silhouette, red lights at their tops blinking quietly.
At its foot, a cluster of buildings under development forms a dark silhouette, red lights at their tops blinking quietly.
I return to the main road and watch a tram pass, its metallic sound ringing out.
Cars flow past, heading towards the bridge that leads to the western suburbs.
I watch a cluster of red tail lights curve broadly to the left, then disappear into a darker space.
Cars flow past, heading towards the bridge that leads to the western suburbs.
I watch a cluster of red tail lights curve broadly to the left, then disappear into a darker space.
