Thursday, 23 October 2014
New poem: Trains
I noticed that there have been some improvements
at the station I use: streamlining of services.
A couple of years ago they figured out that we don’t
need indicator boards which tell you of every single
station the trains go to. All they needed to do was
put up the names of the last station on the line. This
meant that getting a train became an interesting kind
of guesswork. Would the train to Bigtown stop at
Littletown? Or would the train to Redtown be the
right one for Littletown? It was great. You could stand
on the wrong platform at the right time. Or the right
platform at the wrong time. Or the wrong platform at
the wrong time.
Then, they figured out that the indicator board thing
was a luxury. So they did away with them. Now, You
arrive at the station and guess which train might be
yours. Sometimes, you can wait on one platform, a
train comes in on another. You think it might be yours.
You dash along your platform, down the stairs, along
a tunnel, up some stairs on to the other platform, the
train is leaving. You dash back down the stairs, along
the tunnel, up the stairs, back to the platform you were
on in the first place.
Other people get up in the morning and think, I wonder
where I’ll go today? They head to the station and just get
on any train that looks like a train they might want to get