These were taken in Oxford Road Station, Manchester on a Friday night. It was a surprisingly subdued, mordant scene; an occasional reveler would burst on the platform gabbling away and suddenly hit the wall of anxious apathy emanating from waiting passengers. Then he’d shut up and take his place among them, glum, sullen, expectant. I wanted to capture the queasy parallel universe of this place. The sense of time stopping, the surreal illumination, the odd stillness of it all interspersed with moments of frenetic movement working to an arcane system of signals and schedules we can only guess at as we wait for the one train we know is supposed to come at the appointed time. We steel ourselves for delay. What is there to do but wait?