The picture here is from one of the many little bits of card that get thrown out at you when picking up pre-booked tickets from any ‘quick ticket’ machine in English train stations. What I find of absolute brilliance about this particular piece of card are the words ‘void’ daisy chained across the front in a gloriously bold font. As a philosopher-in-progress and someone who has used the railway system many times only to be faced with a multitude of blunders, mistakes and delays the ticket seemed to light up in my hand, a beacon of absurdity and sublimity. It probably even compelled me to start and name this blog, just so I could share the daftness with the world.
Ticket to the void