one never knows what awaits one from day to day...
work stations are, by definition, not the most pleasurable of life's stations...but for some it takes on various permutations of unpleasantry...often unecessarily so as well...
a case in point would be that which occurred last night at my work 'station', acting as i was in the capacity of leading hand due to illness of the regular one. when the call came in i took on the responsibility of acting on it, allowing for the crew to carry on their normal duties; having an 'extra' person certainly helped...
the call was for dealing with an issue of blood around a payphone outside one of the train staions, where apparently they hadn't of yet ascertained much more, such as the extent of the loss, etc. the next call did however, after i'd made the commitment to respond to it myself. apparently the blood spill was extensive, going through the entire station, the platform...outside and down along the walkway and bridge...
steeling myself for a rather gruesome scene i made my way there, arriving just as the police did. i met up with them and together we went to investigate. in many ways what awaited us was rather anti-climactic...the situation was much less dramatic than described by the ps people had indicated...nothing was to be found on the platform or station really...it was mostly contained outside the front entrance and down the walkway...
the police left after doing a cursory walk through and the requisite calls to their despatch, and i set out to the task at hand. as i started the clean-up i noticed the various shades and sizes of the blood drops and small pools...the thicker the spill the more brilliant the red....in a number of cases there was this almost glowing to the red...as if it still contained the life of the person from whom it had been shed...
and i thought...struck again by the casual way this essence was left to become waste...drop by drop...i followed it for quite a distance...along the pathway, along the pedestrian overpass and down to the other side, stopping only as it went down through a shopping mall parking lot...were one to have continued might one have found eventually the body, by then bled dry...?
a casual stroll to one's mortality....aren't most people's lives like that?
