More thoughts from the Tube
It's raining once again, well it is England. I'm on the Piccadilly line. The faces are staring blankly at nothing, avoiding all eye contact. The damp carriage steaming from the heat that 100 bodies create…
It's raining once again, well it is England. I'm on the Piccadilly line. The faces are staring blankly at nothing, avoiding all eye contact. The damp carriage steaming from the heat that 100 bodies create…