Pour one out for the fare evaders, the train enthusiasts, and everyone who wanted to get to Uni faster.

Leaving the campus borders is reminiscent of the intricate architecture of a beehive; a labyrinth of personal pathways, carefully curated by you.

Redfern station is the state’s 6th busiest, so how did it become so neglected?

The University is trying to get a metro station — again.

I exit onto the inevitably crowded platform, like a horse jolting from its holding pen. I walk with purpose up the stairs, playing dodgem cars with every other dreary-eyed student. My sight is blinkered, my hearing thoroughly censored by the angsty, MySpace-circa-2004 tune playing through my earphones. Today is a smooth run. My Opal card…

Redfern Station continues to fail disability standards, reports train correspondent Max Hall.