LONDON’S DAY TO DAY RUSH
Alarm clock set up at 05:45.
Long but straight tube path
very busy hour..
heartbeating......
accelerating in the rush hour to have a spot in the small world
of future earnings.
Trying to find an empty space for my body-bag in the fully packed Tube.
Smell of perfumes- eau de cologne.
Passengers sitting reading a book, checking documents on their devices, obviously not connected.
The train going at fast speed..next stop..mind the gap...do not push...
mind the gap..do not push
create your void in your puzzled minds.
My destination.
Rushing to the Office
checking my tights, my skirt, my shoes.
Smoking with great pleasure my first day to day rush cigarette
inhalating-exhalating breathing deeply.
A British bank employee, came close to my eyes and lips while still smoking.
He was smiling
he said: ''I do not smoke my dear''
I saw you last time...same Tube
wearing an elegant beige suit on a black shirt
dark blond,,,odd smile.
5 cm from my lips
''I would like to fuck you'':
a short nasal laughter
Sitting in the office, only 1 good morning
8 hours in a row
weekly room meetings- useless room meetings.
On the way back
same path
nearly sleeping on the Tube
wave movements like a cradle, provoked by an automatic hand. a baby...as a baby.
in a crib.
Wagon-crib
dreaming of a smoother life
dreaming of better technology
dreaming of a better environment
dreaming of a lover
dreaming of a better world.
Another working day had gone
All of a sudden...
ALOUD MIND THE GAP...NEXT STOP STOCKWELL
MIND THE GAP.......
I jumped out of the doors.
Thinking that all that could last years ahead
A new knowledge had started in the relatively new land
Alarm clock set up for something else.
The London's rush was towards its end!
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It's a madhouse, and not one hour, but 2 or 3 even.
Yes, it is true
Memories!! A quite (very) long time ago...... Remains very familiar. Enjoyed the ride - from here 😉
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of course. I have just started. Yes, I will in the future
For me they are not quite ''memories'', the event happened some time ago, those journeys, but not long time ago.
Expectations of some earnings in the future, a job, a salary.
Dissolved company.
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