Sorrowful World (6): Abandoned Railway

I took the long way where there were mosquitoes, ants, and dragonflies. I had worn jeans to prevent insect bites. Further in, I walked past the graffiti-filled wall of the shallow tunnel and the tiny garden that had gone wild. I was at the abandoned railway of Teban Gardens. Where the grass ended, there was a path of sand and gravel. I knelt down and stared into the shallow tunnel. It was like an open mouth, a void. Then, I saw someone approaching from the other end. I realised I was not alone. It was a man, and he was carrying a camera. Perhaps, like me, he was here to capture a moment in time, a memory of what would soon be gone.