Image by Mark Renney The Bus Station is no longer a beacon, a light I can head toward at night or a place where I can just fleetingly expose myself to a little daytime bustle or I can step into from out of the cold and warm my hands on a polystyrene cup of weakContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 52”
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GHOST LETTER 50
Image by Mark Renney The bus station has become the focus of my latest route. This place, where people congregate and prepare to leave and where they arrive, is now the centre of the trail I have forged here in the City. I have tried not to stray too far from the station but thisContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 50”
GHOST LETTER 34
Image by Christine Renney I have managed to settle at last. I sit on the pavement and look up. The buildings above the shops, once regal, are now in disrepair. The City glares back at me in the windows but one of the blinds is broken. Where the slats have fallen away I can seeContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 34”
GHOST LETTER 27
Image by Christine Renney I still intend to keep walking but the road now is a distraction. It has become too much, the noise and the lights at night. There is a bridge up ahead and I wonder about all the others just like it that I must have passed. But I haven’t noticed andContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 27”
GHOST LETTER 26
Image by Christine Renney As I walk I am reassured by the line of traffic on my right – by its constancy – but I don’t look directly at it. Instead, I focus on the road ahead and it is just a blur and harmless, a childish scrawl of smudged crayon. I have become fascinatedContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 26”
