Simply underground

I don’t know why, but I really like public transport - buses, trains, the DLR, the underground. And I missed it so much during lockdown.

The underground was pretty busy once again. And most people were wearing masks (not everyone, but it’s okay). So many different people with so many different stories. Characters.

I’m always wondering if the people I notice, notice me as well. And if they do, I wonder what’s my narrative in their heads. Who am I for people who don’t know me?