30 street station

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She was an artist. Her circle were the libertines, the patrons and the hangers-on, bohemians and parasites, poets and pamphleteers and fashionable junkies. They delighted in the scandalous and the outré. In the tea-houses and bars of Salacus Fields, Linds escapades- broadly hinted at, never denied, never made explicit- would be the subject of louche discussion and innuendo. Her love-life was an avant-garde transgression, an art-happening, like Concrete Music had been last season, or ‘Snot Art! the year before that.
And yes, Isaac could play that game. He was known in that world, from long before his days with Lin. He was, after all, the scientist outcast, the disreputable thinker who walked out of a lucrative teaching post to engage in experiments too outrageous and brilliant for the tiny minds who ran the university. What did he care for convention? He would sleep with whomever and whatever he liked, surely!
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Perdido Street Staion Station - China Mieville

(30 day otp challenge- day 13)

My first time lapse.

Train stations have always intrigued me, it’s crazy how many people spend their days traveling in and out of the city in Philadelphia alone. Also, the KAWS statue is in town which is awesome.
And I made it black and white, because black and white is the shit.

MUSIC: “DMT” by XXYYXX

** SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO YUNG BREH BREH FOR TAGGING ALONG **