Castle Frank.

[LordRetard]

There's a double-layered bridge at Castle-Frank, one layer for cars and pedestrians, and another for subway trains. I love to stand and admire the view into the landscape below; from this tiny vantage one can see valleys and rivers and roads and green trees, all below oneself, in a scale that looks like one could reach out and fit it in one's palm.

Now, when I was young, they installed some form of wire architecture all around the bridge, which blocked the view as well as any attempts of pedestrians to go over the bridge. Later I learned that this was the site of numerous suicides. It bothered me to see this abomination of utile art, disrupting my perfect view, but what disturbed me far more was the thought that people jumped to their premature deaths right into this beautiful scenery that I am so fond of. What puzzles me is this; what kind of person could see these images and not realise that they would need to stand there and admire the view for an entire moment after they began to fall?

So, I went to the east end today. I hate the east end, but at least I got to pass by Castle Frank Station, which goes under the Prince Edward Viaduct. Still a fantastic sight, I love bridges. The "luminous veil", the wire structure preventing suicides, is goddamn hideous, though. I can't believe that they didn't realise that they'd just jump somewhere else. The writing is lousy because I wrote this all on the subway immediately as it came to mind, and I haven't bothered editing it yet. In particular I know exactly what I mean to say for that last line, but I can't phrase it properly yet. What I was imagining in my head was a man standing there, prepared to jump, but he can't because he has to keep looking over the edge and thinking how pretty everything is and postponing his jump indefinitely, just to savour the view.

[Kimra]

There's a double-layered bridge at Castle-Frank, one layer for cars and pedestrians, and another for subway trains. I love to stand and admire the view into the landscape below; from this tiny vantage one can see valleys and rivers and roads and green trees, all below oneself, in a scale that looks like one could reach out and fit it in one's palm.

Now, when I was young, they installed some form of wire architecture all around the bridge, which blocked the view as well as any attempts of pedestrians to go over the bridge. Later I learned that this was the site of numerous suicides. It bothered me to see this abomination of utile art, disrupting my perfect view, but what disturbed me far more was the thought that people jumped to their premature deaths right into this beautiful scenery that I am so fond of. What puzzles me is this; what kind of person could see these images and not realise that they would need to stand there and admire the view for an entire moment after they began to fall?

So, I went to the east end today. I hate the east end, but at least I got to pass by Castle Frank Station, which goes under the Prince Edward Viaduct. Still a fantastic sight, I love bridges. The "luminous veil", the wire structure preventing suicides, is goddamn hideous, though. I can't believe that they didn't realise that they'd just jump somewhere else. The writing is lousy because I wrote this all on the subway immediately as it came to mind, and I haven't bothered editing it yet. In particular I know exactly what I mean to say for that last line, but I can't phrase it properly yet. What I was imagining in my head was a man standing there, prepared to jump, but he can't because he has to keep looking over the edge and thinking how pretty everything is and postponing his jump indefinitely, just to savour the view.

I really like the idea. I'd love to see how you execute it.*

*no pun intended

[LordRetard]

Execute what? I had some inkling that I could make this into something else but I don't know what you're referring to specifically.

[Snarky00]

They don't understand your view and you don't understand theirs. I wonder what the view would be like on the way down. Makes me want to go skydiving.

[Kimra]

Execute what? I had some inkling that I could make this into something else but I don't know what you're referring to specifically.

Awe. I thought you where going to write a story. I was looking forward to it.

[Lethal Interjection]

Castle Frank?

Or do you mean...





Frank Castle?

[Cirtur]

That is so good that that worked.

[Lethal Interjection]

That is so good that that worked.

And exhale...

I was going to be very disappointed if it didn't. Often there is no easy way to check, as the image is in my cache, so it works for me, but without fiddling around (deleting IE files I guess, though I'm not sure), I can't tell.

[LordRetard]

No, Castle Frank. Maybe that's where he got the name from.

[Cirtur]

Yeah, because we all thought you'd just gotten confused and was reading punisher comics then conjured up a castle out of his alias.

[LordRetard]

It's very unlikely that I would start writing punisher fanfics. But maybe I'll give it a shot.

[Cirtur]

Not a long one. But perhaps some Punisher/Spiderman slash fic?

[Kimra]

No, Castle Frank. Maybe that's where he got the name from.

Wait... there's no castle?!?!?!?! I am disappointed. I had almost thought it was somewhere cool.

[LordRetard]

Yeah, but you should see the view!

Apparently it's named after a building that burnt down. Neat.

[mountainmage]

You should work that into the story somehow.