Religious text on his Blackberry absorbing religious salvation on his way to work. Be you Christians…?
9.35 Northern Line Friday morning.
This train will not be stopping at Bank passengers are advised to seek alternative routes. This train is NOT stopping at Bank if you wish to get to Bank you are advised to walk from London Bridge or back from Moorgate.
“Hello! Fancy seeing you – Where you going?”
“The Passage” p795 first line of chapter 67 reads. THEY WERE CRIMINALS.
Both women opposite have ripped trousers in their adjacent legs. One of the holes is wear the other looks structural.
This station is Bank High Barnet Branch.
Man leans out and looks up to the station order the undulating line of his form: swollen belly over belt, flat chest, pregnant jowl, chin lost – he reminds me of a pigeon. Everyone in front has chins jutting, some angular, chunky, rounded like bottoms, long tapered J’s, beared, be-stubbled, be-moled, masticating slightly, masticating vigorously. Eyes: open glazed, fixed above, demurely down, all in various states of preparation and mediation for the day ahead. Weight loss, want results we deliver.
The structural tear of the two torn trouser ladies is steadily inclining her head towards the foreign shoulder of the Wear-and-Tear. She tips and stops. She tips and stops. The shoulder seems aware and wants to turn away. I want to laugh. With every jolt of the tube the head veers ever closer. Vigorous Masticator taps her, apparently they know each other although you wouldn’t have guessed it. She wakes a little embarrassed.
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