now the darkness only stays at night-time
– in the morning it will fade away.
daylight is good at arriving on time
– it’s not always going to be this grey.

music, photography

That it really began in the days when the Love Laws were
made. The laws that lay down who should be loved, and how.

And how much.

literature, photography

working for the city (she has to discipline her body)

What is it about train journeys through cities? Or train journeys to a city? There’s something so poignant in it. Part pride and part discovery and part choking-nostalgia. I’ve never forgotten the muddled way I felt as that S-Bahn train picked it’s grey way to Berlin. Or the familiar rise every time I saw the Hat Museum in Stockport and knew that Manchester could only be minutes away. And those sudden brick walls that enclose the train and seem to touch the sky and mean you’re in Liverpool now. Sometimes I don’t think you can be fully indebted to a city until you have looked upon it through the windows of a train.

And so, to London. The ways you can train to it and through it are so many and so varied that I could never tire of it. Here’s how I saw it (once).