Empty rooms

I've been to many empty places lately. They may be literally empty or feel like an empty space. Being alone all the time makes you start feeling comfortable with this. I think I've written about this before, you know, preferring to be alone and having no contact at all with people.
I spend most of my time being alone here or doing things alone. Tube, bus, sidewalks, stores, supermarket, mini-market, corridors, Starbucks, escalators.



















After my class I came straight home. Paula gave me a couple of vouchers which I might use in some stores. I was supposed to check if I can still use them but decided not to do it. I walked towards Oxford Circus and it was really cold. I got the paper in from of Bond Street Stn and took the bus. I could have taken the tube, but what for? I wasn't in a hurry or anything. I didn't have to be at work in 20 minutes or meet someone some place. I just took my time and read the paper on the bus. Some lady sit behind me and her 2,000 shop bags hit me in the back. She said 'I'm sorry' but it was bullshit, she wasn't sorry at all. They never are. As people kept entering the bus the stench started to get worse. People stink here. Really. B.O. and ass and greasy hair and everything that goes with it. I was worried about having B.O. a couple of months ago, but I don't think it's something to be concerned about. Maybe if I'd stopped taking showers I'd have made some friends here already.
The lady behind me got off the bus somewhere in Kennington and again she hit me in the back with her bags. This time she didn't say anything.
I don't like when people sit beside me on the bus, especially if I'm on one of those Routemasters. They're so small and there's no room to move. They might be traditional but far away from being practical.

As I was getting closer to my bus stop I read in the paper that drinking alcohol raises the chance of having mouth cancer. Combined with cigarettes your chance increases big time. That's it. Now it's definitely official that in order to live a few more years you have to stay motionless in a room away from everything. You might die of boredom, though.

"Good-bye to the Brixton sun" - I'm totally appreciating, Ro.