In the train i gather my thoughts, and this seemed to me so wistful and lonely. The longing becomes unendurable.  I want a healer for all wounds. Held back with fear, abruptly i begin talking to you - its terrifying all year.

How The Public Reacts?

Around my home town, there are now several 'I Have Now' posters tacked to walls bollards. I selected the ones i found most interesting. I want to go back in 24 hours and see what is left of them, it could  easily be that they have been removed completely. 

I liked this sign, as its ambiguous when combined with the premise of my project. 

What will happen on the train? Why must i worry?