architectonic
I like the way that everyone lives here. Bodies stacked up in streets. All lives organised into rows and blocks and apartments and rooms. Quadrants made entirely out of residents.
train
I only feel like I belong to the city when I’m on the train. An anonymous figure perfectly slotting into the puzzle crafted by thousands of other commuters.
Jigsaw
My dreams are potent at the moment. I suppose that's what I get for not sleeping until 3.30 and then waking up at 6 every day: constantly opening my eyelids mid-dream so that for the rest of the day, my life is stained by a jigsaw of abstract images.
South
Welcome to London.
That's all I keep thinking as I hammer my finger into the pedestrian crossing button. I know it doesn’t do anything, but I like to imagine the city feels some pain at my disposal of street etiquette; wait for the lights to turn green, press the button once etcetera.
January 2019
It's dark at 4.00 and my fingers are blue and red and numb and walking home feels just like it always does, only darker.