I read something really sad today about a baby that died in the night, and how the rest of the family ceased to function from that point on. I then noticed my train had got into the station so I quickly nipped out of the door. As I walked along the platform tears had pricked my eyes, I could feel my heart beating and my chest was a little tighter. What I had read was so tragic and so human.
And now I was in this superficial world full of people pretending to walk purposefully down the platform, a world full of make-up and getting frustrated because someone’s standing on the left hand side of the escalator, full of over-priced coffee and snacks that we’re compelled to buy because it wouldn’t do to sit quietly without consuming something for a moment, full of ticket-barriers, tabloids, pretentious broadsheets, high heels, designer suits, full of sheep walking in the same direction.
And by now the tears had dried off and I’d forgotten what I was feeling and I’m back on my way.