London is useful for that mood. Pavement, pace, no eye contact at all. You can finish a whole private argument before the next packed overground.
Tag: anxiety
Uniform on the chair. Alarm set. The weekend already feels fictional. London does not let you keep Friday night. It wants you back in pieces.
No eye contact. Fast feet. A whole argument finished before my stop. This city is rude and useful. It lets you disappear while staying public.