train network through a grimey station the line im on is pale green holding hands with someone i love but who i didnt recognise we part as i get off the train i exit the station down some black staircase into the street of some unknown suburb the colours of trees in autumn suburban, reminded me of west virginia where lynn lived the houses are white with neat lawns and shady front porches i am standing in the attic room and watching my breath condense on the window pane i am looking out at the autumn
2 august ‘20
oil on canvas 610x910mm. // shipped by cslsx, or collect-from-artist.
