Warehouse face off, night face on, sometimes both in one single day. This city lets you be two people if your makeup bag keeps up.
Tag: city
One good evening and everyone acts like we made it here. Then the tube is a greenhouse and I remember all of the usual moaning.
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.
Good coat, dead eyes, fashion week spillover on a Tuesday. Then the doors open and we are all just late. Glamour had a time limit.
I know the night bus exists. My feet know it too. Sometimes I pay the stupid fare so I do not think until I get home.
The tube becomes a greenhouse and manners melt. I still put product on. Looking done is how I refuse to let London see me wilt.
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.