P Area

The beat drops and the Dizzee pauses for a second before continuing his rapid fire delivery, words momentarily inaudible against the overly loud station announcements. He’s still spitting as the train pulls up, windows fogged and near opaque, headlights steaming in the cold. A girl stumbles as she alights and falls into a high school boy, still in uniform and looking shocked at his bravery as he holds her elbow. Steadies her. Blushes and turns away. The other passengers ignore them and surge forward, eager to be in the warm of the carriage. A private pantomime for my enjoyment only. The train judders as it starts, exposed pipes on the walls outside visible only in the smears left where people have rested their heads against the cold glass. Dizzee’s yelling about North London. Tottentom.

But I’m in Japan.

Posted in Mwah on Wednesday December 21, 2005.