The juxtaposition between the bright LED lights of the Transperth trains with the cool blues and greys of a late afternoon sheltering beneath a thick cloak of clouds is exhausting on the eyes and disruptive of time. As the train pummels through space, one can be easily thrust forward into the future hours yet to arrive; the movements of the slowing afternoon liveliness become lost to the blur of the sidelong movement of the train. It’s a mechanical sidewinder creeping through the suburbs and sending the world to sleep for lack of fluorescence. It is drawn to a halt due only to the need to rest.

But as the world beyond the glass panes of the snakes body emerges from blur, one can see no indication of sustained life. The realised shapes are lost beneath a colourless wash. In the attempts of contact between the desperately lonely twigs on depraved branches the haze of oncoming rain is framed. The suburbs are punctuated by a faux wall, marking the line between that which is silenced by patter and that which holds its breath.