Northern Line — Camden

Outside this window #35

Outside this window the rotating screen reveals two pastel clad male models inviting me to investigate BOO HOO MAN. No thanks. Camden was sticky. Crowds good natured. I am flanked and judged by a coven of women on this tube. All shapes, states and guises watch me write. I’ve learned to care more about writing. A straggler carries a little girl through the beeping steel jaws as they snap shut with a metal gasp. We careen; sleek marbles spiralling through worm tunnels. Outside this window darkness claws speeding sooty windows. We are propelled forward beneath the earth, invisible to the sun and each other.