solid metaphors

[asakiyume]

I went to photograph the Band-aid from yesterday (which upon closer inspection may not be a Band-aid at all; so much for waxing lyrical). I went in a rain-snow drizzle, and on the way I found these hulking, shining, solid metaphors.

Side tracks and switch--do you want to change direction?



You may wish to switch tracks, but you probably don't want to be sidelined.


How long, how long must I wait here?

This isn't really a metaphor, but I like the promise of a golden west, here in the gloomy east. Not sure how trustworthy that promise is, though.



PS--seems I've seen the same thing, had the same thought, and shared it here before--but at a better time of year (link)

Comments

[khiemtran]

It's interesting, looking at the tracks, how archaic they look. Tens of thousands of sleepers, just to get anywhere, which will all need to be replaced. Points that need regular tending and fixing. Gravel that will wash away over time. And yet, this is literally what our world runs on.

[asakiyume]

You're right. I never thought that about train infrastructure (even though I've seen the new sleepers waiting to be laid down and the piles of discarded ones), but I think about it a lot about roads: it takes such effort to repave them, and they begin to deteriorate immediately.