AI Artwork by CURSEJOURNEY
June 2020 Kent Washington USA
Five years ago my train was following another train that struck someone on the tracks.
By the time our train pulled forward, we could see the victim’s poor, mutilated remains laying along side the tracks-I was sitting next to the window and people kept trying to lean over my lap to get a peak and snap a picture at the remains.
People can be awful, but when someone is trying to lean over you to snap a picture of a torso and they’ re saying thinks like ” oh that is so cool” awful is a word that doesn’t quite cover the moment-or the person in it.
Just in case you don’t know, I will fess up and say I am morbid, I am macabre .
With that being said, I am willing to bet that there isn’t a demon in Hell who giggles and bounces around like a ‘tweener at a pop concert at the sight of a horrific death- but on this day that was what these “people” were doing.
It would be easy to say that these people in the photos belong, or some of the passengers on my train that day were mutations- but I’m starting to think that maybe that is just the way they are-all of the time.
The Gathering of vultures- forced back to the curb when the police showed up.
Some of them ran back to their houses and got lawn chairs to sit on when the removal began.
The people in this picture were walking through the weeds and brush looking for body parts, and when they found some they started to take pictures.
The person in white had to cross the tracks behind our car in and ended up on both sides of the train- the other person pointed out the remains and a small crowd of people would race to what he pointed to with their phones.
The guy in the back perfectly captures the essence of the Human Vultures- see below:
He stood on a stump eating his food from a styrafoam container and gleefully pointing to places along the tracks where body parts were while hopping from foot to foot on his perch.
Just when I think people can’t sink any lower, someone grabs a backhoe, fires that baby up and proves me wrong.
