Today it has been my first day of work, at Southern Cross Station. I’ve arrived with time to spare so I ordered a coffee and sit in front of the platforms, below me. My sight just towards the edge, between the special ceiling and the tracks. There were a lot, I was impressed. Instantly, an idea has come up to me. Just a metaphor. How many paths I could go along, how many options I can take. I just have to decide where I want to go to or catch whichever train I like.
It seems easy, doesn’t it?