Station & Lines
Spending 12 hours in the London Underground
Abstract angles, reflections, expressions, movement, crowds, darkness and heat that makes up the underground beneath our feet….
Curves, angles, tunnels and trains, doors that open and close again
Ads on the walls, colourless seats, slate grey faces that make up the crowds that travel along and bounce underground.
Mobile phones, pdas, reading devices and heads that sway
Newspapers that open and close as fast
Excuse me, excuse me, something not heard
When traveling underground.
Space is a premium they jostle around
The crowds that push harder to ensure they find
That claustrophobic carriage
They wish to travel on
That’s london underground.
Life below is crowded and dark
Filled with the air that stings your eyes
And filled with people that rush to meetings
In the belief that they’ve kept someone waiting.
Run faster, run faster, you’ll miss your tube
In the belief that it’s the last they’ll view
Then one appears out of the dark
And the panic is over until you disembark
Dark, victorian, slate grey and tense
Traveling forward and returning again
Standing still, moving, shuffling
Pushing is part of the experience you suffer
When traveling life on the underground.