On some nights when the light folds itself away, heat stored in rail and platform concrete like a battery rises to meet the coming dark, whistles and clouds of steam rush along the track. Phantom limbs of cut lines twitching in the fever of a summer that doesn’t want to die. https://t.co/1XtQsOCzzd
On some nights when the light folds itself away, heat stored in rail and platform concrete like a battery rises to meet the coming dark, whistles and clouds of steam rush along the track. Phantom limbs of cut lines twitching in the fever of a summer that doesn't want to die. pic.twitter.com/1XtQsOCzzd
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 11, 2020