...the train tracks...

I lived in Boston this summer. My apartment was right around the corner from a railyard. I would sit on the overpass, staring through the fence, and contrast where I lived in Lower Allston with the hulking skyline in the distance.

To the left of the tracks was the freeway, to the right an electronics factory that was in the process of laying off all its workers and voiding their contracts. They would be out there everyday picketing. Mostly Asian women and their children, new immigrants with little knowledge of English. They had so many promises broken and were constantly faced with the burning irony that their jobs were being outsourced to factories across Asia. Not much of a severence package, having the American dream they sought packed up and shipped abroad to the place they chose to leave. Despite all the baggage it carries, this is still my favorite view of the city.

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