Agents of entropy

On the day: 
13/07/2012 


On the way: 
The red brick walls, now blackened with soot, greened with moss, and scrawled with unintelligible graffiti tags, rise up on either side at the north end of the platform, spanned by girders that support the road above. Beyond the bridge, the track curves off to the right. It's there they stand. 
Three figures in orange overalls. Always in threes. Usually, anyway. 
One has his overalls stripped to the waist, it arms tied at the front like a schoolboy's jumper. Two of them are wearing white safety helmets. The other has his hanging loosely from the fingers of  his right hand, the other arm resting on an ominous implement of iron. 
They've each got one - tools of the trade. That trade is disruption. 
Don't be fooled. They're not there to fix the track. The track is not broken - trains have been skipping blithely up and down this railway line without a care since 6am without so much as a skinned knee or a stubbed toe. 
But soon it will be broken. For these three man are agents of entropy, employees of the Department of Urban Disruption. 
You will see them at roadworks, on scaffolding and yes, on train tracks all over the city. Always in threes. Well, usually. 
I am just glad my train will be coming before they get to work. It should do. It's due to. 
Come on train.


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