Station waiting room, late
The last train is late and nobody minds
A tiled Victorian waiting room with green glazed brick, brass-edged doors and long varnished benches, holding the last blue light of the evening. A tabby sleeps by a folded coat and a scarf, a coffee cools beside an open notebook, and the platform lamps are already lit outside. Nothing is asked of you here but to sit until the train comes.
Indoors, City, Night, Overcast, Calm, Lonely, Travelling, Cold light, Dim, Liminal
In this room
- A journal: what you write stays in the room, and only the people you choose can read it.
- A sound of its own — rain, a fire, a radio station to leave playing.
- A clock that keeps your time.
- A window with the real weather where you are.
- A note for the day, where you will see it.
- Frames for your own photographs.
- An assistant that knows the room and what you keep in it.
- A shelf for your files.
- A lamp that turns the room from light to dark.
- The lamps give a soft glow.
- After dark the same room has a night of its own, with its own light.