The Junction London Suburbia
The city spreads its railroads like tentacles deep into suburbia
To catch fresh commuters in the morning and drag them to work
To disgorge them exhausted and hollow on the platforms of evening
From the Junction, London is like a T.S. Lowry painting, poetic but hopeless
The blue collars have long been swallowed by the machines
The white collars are waiting for their same fate at the hands of A.I.
Photo Hugh Ardoin The London Suburbia Gallery