Interchanging

So. Music drift­ing in and out of rum­bling. Doors. Con­ver­sa­tions. Announce­ments. Can’t hear. Can’t hear much. Tired. Very, very tired. I don’t know. There’s some­thing about trav­el­ling on the tube later in the even­ing. Trav­el­ling home. Sta­tions. So many sta­tions. As you live in Lon­don longer, each of them devel­ops their own set of memor­ies. Often these […]