The journey seems to turn into an interminable odyssey after dark. The cinders seem more onerous sifting across the varnished window sill, the cigarettes taste flat, the whistle turns melancholy. You yawn, try to find a comfortable position on the green plush, wonder if the news butch will return with fresh coffee. You doze, then awake to lights outside. The train is clattering through switches. The conductor is calling, ‘Central Station! All change!’
lithograph (22″ x 16″)
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