Wanderings and watchings
Euston Station, London.
Perhaps the simplest forms of any space.
Bleak it might have appeared at first.
But surely better than the maelstrom which it is now with concessions haphazardly scattered everywhere - not leaving enough space for travellers to actually get through.
What is wrong with the majesty of open space?
Why try to fill it all?
Pen // Mad Eyes
Euston Station, London.
Perhaps the simplest forms of any space.
Bleak it might have appeared at first.
But surely better than the maelstrom which it is now with concessions haphazardly scattered everywhere - not leaving enough space for travellers to actually get through.
What is wrong with the majesty of open space?
Why try to fill it all?
Pen // Mad Eyes
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