This is not a city for you. You stare straight ahead as I ask you about the journey. Will it be long or short? Will I reach the tube station in time? And, what is it about north-west London that makes me feel so incensed? The vortex of suburban life, the space filled with brick housing, neat gardens, guarded expressions, girls in mittens and baby Uggs. Your face is blank, closed and checked, directionless. You’re looking into the air, the windscreen marking no boundary for your eyes. You stop the bus, start again, press a single button, drive once more.
February 20, 2010 by Gemma Seltzer
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