Notes

These are some things I wrote on tube trains.

I again feel the boneless, self-destructive pull of the tube carriage, as we jerk like a worried knife into a stark midnight. There is a nervous man in sneakers and for a second these two strangers meet, ever so slightly, before they too, dissaporate into whatever alleyways they care to choose.

On a train again after two nights of drugs, police and bloody eardrums. What is most noticeable at this stage of the game is the intoxicating sense of loneliness, or at any-rate, a distinct sense of wanting a fuck and a spliff. Whats worse is an aggressive clear-headedness, reminding me that neither of those comforts are readily available or nearby in the near future. Still, could be worse. I could be Gordon Brown (texture like a sick-stained rug).

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