Friday, December 28, 2007

misty mornings

smoke sky

On way to Ennore,

The route wears an industrial look. At 6 in the morning, the mist adds to the eeriness of the place. Trains at a distance, rails showing up through the semi-transparent mist, fire from the tall chimneys which are themselves cloaked by the mist and the occasional sirens make me question whether i am dreaming or awake.

The low temperature chilled my skin, the scene chilled everything else in me.

Monday, December 17, 2007

as high

Objects near the mirror are huger than they appear.