I dreamt of a London Overground Station called
Duckland. Basically, you come out of the
station and are faced with a vast green expanse. It’s a little hilly but that doesn’t prevent
it from being one of the most beautiful and simple landscapes I could possibly have
imagined. It is surrounded by trees and
just by the station is a bar but not a bar concealed by a building. It is open to nature and probably every drink
you could possibly require is there.
Oddly enough though, there was nowhere around to get food. At the bottom of the hill through the trees
is a door marked exit.
I think I left through the exit and it lead to a cityscape
with the usual assortment of rundown fast food joints and struggling clothes
shops, offering nothing for something and everything for the cost of a plastic
card.
Duckland may have also had a Duck, but I didn’t see
her/him. My Ducks would probably be more
insular anyway. A little more pensive
and lacking the exhibitionist quack of the more frequently seen Mallards! Duckland needs to be shared, if only to prove
to people that my sanity is questionable.
