The words and the art of another (person, life, age). The insomniac tropes of remembrance: of not forgetting even where that would be the better track. Journeying south – always south – to that inevitable end station, that town where the trains pass/stop/change, but never (for you) leave. To journey through the streets, along the tracksides, through the minds, down the platforms, never really there – a ghost, a mirage, an eye for the world, of the world. The dialectics of melancholy, twin poles of sorrow. The creative silence between two points of destruction: realisation and death (where death comes first, before these improbable rebirths).
The many possible outcomes of a simple journey.