Metal and brick, aerials and chimneys rise above a sea of houses like weeds thrusting their way through well-tended turf. Like painful thoughts piercing a well guarded mind.
The train sways. The cityscape rushes past. A journey continues regardless.
A smile; a frown; a question mark; a choice. Let the sun illuminate; the mind ruminate. See weeds as life – persistent and strong. Or unruly vines to cloak your desires, to choke your carefully cultivated camouflage.
Golden shafts fighting slate skies, backed by the force of a burning sun.
Who wins?
