Monday, 9 March 2009
I felt slightly more at ease on the moving walkways before you entered the jubilee line territory at Waterloo. It almost felt as if the speediness, the element of rushing and the need to move was being done for me, or merely helping me along as if I wasn't completely alone in this rush. That moving walkway was like a friend in a sense. A weird, sort of metal friend, helping you rush through life.