The station was once a sea of pale green tile, soothing to the eyes and a brief respite from the noise of the train. But now it bombards the senses. Print ads scream out from every pillar and wall, urging us to “buy this”, “try that”. A prison of visual noise.
When was the serenity of space invaded by messages, smacking us in the face with words and pictures, overloading our brains and over-stimulating our senses.
Why is every square inch of space now plastered with air-brushed photos and cries for attention?
When did it become too much?
Too much colour, too much wording, too much slick advertising. Too much becomes nothing. Means nothing. Is no thing.
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