Just like real life, I don't know how I ended up in the Hobo Railroad; life just conspired with fate to send me there. Regardless, I was glad I'd arrived; it's a beautiful build. Perhaps not beautiful in the classical sense, but evocative, and moody.

I don't know much about SL's Hobo Railroad, but I definitely felt a vibe walking around the area. The few residents (a word which had then taken on a different meaning) I saw ignored me, as I imagine is the case regardless of who may suddenly appear. People mind their own business there; it was an indifference not of exclusion, but of practicality.

The colors and shapes combined in ways to effect a definite emotional state, though I'd be hard-pressed to define what that state was: despair? lassitude? complacency? Whatever it was, it was almost attractive. I might visit the Railroad again. In the short time I spent there among the castoffs and ruins, I very nearly experienced Grace.