April 14, 2007 § 4 Comments
I love railways and always have. I grew up near CPR tracks, in a neighbourhood defined by their borders and shaped by the work they brought. I have lived near them ever since, in different apartments and cities but always on the same commercial line.
Because they are familiar, I find them comforting. They’re something in a place and a life that remains constant, a line of continuity in a surround of relentless change. Structurally, they are the veins of a city and of all cities, homely but vital.
I’ve never understood the phrase “the wrong side of the tracks.” From what I can tell, it doesn’t matter which side of them you’re on; it’s whether you can hear them or not. I have fallen asleep to trainsong since the day I was born, and I will again tonight.