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Train: Godzilla's sardine cans, no longer avaliable smoked
- The fragile twin blades of grass rising from the white pebbles at the base of a frayed palm beneath the overpass
- The beggar outside Central station strumming the guitar with its broken soundless strings
- The pigeons strutting across the platform, showing off their feathers to each other
- The school girl ringing water out of her uniform on a hot sticky day at Strathfield station where it splashes to glistening black on the concrete at her feet
- The tiny little lizard darting in and out of the cracks on the platfrom edge at eye level from inside
- The fallen piece of paper beneath the bench before which pass a multitude of shoes with twin yellow outlines of circles painted on the cement looking on from nearby
- The small blur of fluff being blown this way or that yet still remaining inherintly stationary
- The impression of one side of the railway reflected upon the other
- Diamon squares of river water outlined in shadow
- An old church and country French lane inbetween rows of graffitied fences lining the trainline
- A broken mirror, an empty blue milk crate and bundles of empty flat hessian sacks
- The discarded thong lying on the railway embankment at Epping with the weeds taking root amongst it
