Subways, subterranean passageways - what
romance, what adventure!
Perhaps it is too much film noir,
perhaps it is the sheer unworldliness of these places. Perhaps it is that smidgeon
of unease, a tad of disquietitude, the discomfort of isolation that makes these
places both exotic and uneasy. Whatever
the reason, somehow I love them.
There are precious few in
Southend-on-Sea, and I rarely use them. But boy do I get a kick out of
travelling their long, tubular passages. Their thrusting penetration into
Mother Earth; their inevitable rising, their proud entry, and exit.
These underground journeys, quietly
traversing roads away from view. I celebrate your every inch.
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