musings from the London Tube

Tightly packed tube trains, personal space abandoned in the expectation of an earlier arrival, vomited onto the platform, stumbling over bags, feet, pushing through the over-eager rushing to find their places on the train, churned like butter with the crowds, down uneven helix staircases, along narrow corridors, stepping over buskers and their empty hopeful-hats, thrust up packed escalators .... and onto the next crowded platform.