The London Paper
19th July 2007
VictoriaDistrict line at 7:35 on Monday morning. I searched for identifying features, I know some of them, enough of them to know. I looked strangers in the eye but saw past them. They’re not you. Not what I know of you. Not what I’ve seen of you. But if I saw you, would I know you? Would you know me? I’m the invisible one, drifting along in my thoughts. Every morning I mindlessly drop my book at your feet. You retrieve it and eyeball the cover before handing it back to me. You alight at King’s CrossActon Town with a beguiling frown. Drink?
19th July 2007 at 9:15 pm
But … that’s a picture of the District Line! This is like one of those American films set in London where they film the outside of one station, the inside of another, a train that doesn’t possibly go through that station, and then an absolutely clean and pristine train interior.
Pah, I say. Pah.
19th July 2007 at 9:17 pm
Oh. Wow. That’s embarrasing.
19th July 2007 at 9:40 pm
It’s almost like I’m there. At King’s Cross. On the District Line. I mean Acton Town. On the Victoria. Oh God, I’m confused.
19th July 2007 at 9:43 pm
I hate you.
19th July 2007 at 9:49 pm
Hmm. You know, I was just thinking that what I’d really like to read about now is a post about Jim Henson, deceased creator of the Muppets.
19th July 2007 at 9:54 pm
%&$^#*@($&!!!!
20th July 2007 at 7:45 pm
Is the District Line the one where it’s impossibly hot, and everyone smells of sweat?
20th July 2007 at 7:46 pm
Yes, it also takes *forever*.
But that is neither here nor there!