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Starlings swarm in the growing gloom like iron filings tipped across the sky.

The cold air of Crewe railway station, platform eight, suffocates the lonely. Isolated couples consolidate heat in a loving embrace. Christ it’s grim. A graveyard to steam.

He works the Welsh Steel. Always on the platform when I arrive. As he boards the train seeking his place the light catches his forehead, flattened by lifes dull impressions. He sits down.

As if the world had gone to sleep without the human content. All is possible. A clean slate. When it wakes I want to be there.

Straight line through the plain of slaves. Jurassic outcrop shadows the dawn. Helsby. The oblivion bend, and then the Sun full on. Junction nine. The mechanical diggers raise fists to your departure. Chicken time. Hail Mary. Merging with the M6. Accelerate. Burn it all. Escape velocity. Do it.