While waiting to meet a friend, I decided to use the 2 hours to explore London a bit. I don't know why but I just felt drawn to wondering. Plus all the coffee shops were full. I eventually hit Oxford street at a cross roads. Not a major one but busy. It was five and people were on their way home. Then something amazing happened. I stopped and watched. It’s bizarre that I have never thought of doing this before as one of my favourite pass times is watching people. My motto, in fact is, it's what people don't tell/show you is what you should be listening/watching. Trust me, it may sound crazy but everyone does it. They just don't stop to think about it. But me, I am sad enough to do it for two hours. Judge away, I don't care. It was fun!
I have a habit of doing this to in my everyday life. With new people, old friends, family I wish I didn't have to speak to and most interestingly enough, new friend's and family member’s partners. Ok, you could call me the judgenator (Judge-gen-nate-tor) . But it's not judgement; it's simply figuring out who they are. Surprisingly, cough cough, I’m really good at it. Which is why I think I am now the very first or very last to meet said new partners. How do I feel about this? Undecided.
But "on a London corner" was different to my normal "reading". I was reading and admiring the forrest rather than the tree. Something that is estranged from me. I am normally always about the detail. But whatever it was, it inspired me. I go out my pad and I started writing a peon which turned into long tweets which turned into a commentary which turned into this blog. So thanks London, I hope you enjoy.
“London is said to be cosmopolitan, yet all I see are many shades of the same colour.
When they cross, they cross one then the other.
Only a few are different.
Only few stand out from the crowd.
No one looks up
No one cares. People and buses in their own world.
Few heads even turn when the siren goes.
What is London? Every one is in their own London
They just head straight
They just keep walking
No one is different in London.
What are the wars about?
If you stood where I stand now
You would see we all just walk the same.
I stand here watching, not even seen
Am I a terrorist, making notes at the scene.
Am I plotting against London.
Who knows?
They do not even ask the question.
My question
Do they even want to know?
Who knows?
Emotionless all around
No one enjoying the journey
Just thinking about the destination
Is this London or just us humans?
I walked to a side street
Phones and London
Why have hands free if you are going to hold the phone.
This seems pointless to me
Side roads. Quiet
The path taken by the few
The ones with the courage not to follow the crowd
And weirdly seem happier
No one watches, even here.
Everyone is so quick to judge with a single glance. But if you
Stop to look, you’ll see we are all the same.
All trying to get somewhere. All forgetting that the journey can be fun.
The one that is running is looked at strangely.
But he will get there first.
I see frowns at the people eating,
Like they have never ate before.
I see a model eating a cheese burger.
Fuck me, where does she put it.
I hate her. Bitch
Are
We all so self obsesses?
Why can’t we stop?
Even for just a second.
Everyone has that look … just like me.
One foot in front of the other. Keep walking.
And. Eventually you’ll get there.
But strangely this doesn’t make me feel better.
Shock on my face. I see someone smile, no not smile, laughing, yes they are laughing … Oh and they take a picture. Shock over. They’re not Londoners, just visitors.
People that laugh in London. Tourist?
Guessing by the clothes and smiles at this time of day (6:15pm), yea they’re tourists.
Welcome, please don’t stay too long, the cold London blood has not hit you yet. But stay long enough and it will."
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