On Time The caesium ticks its allegro, jewels spin a frictionless dance and the beat of radio waves informs the world. Time is amazingly public and disappointingly inaccurate, much of it spent trying to remove just a few more blurred nanoseconds. A station platform. A train time: 9.43. A clock: 9.44. No train. But it's "on time". That's a relief! Hate to think the caesium was wasted.

Grey Day It's a grey day. Steam hangs over the olympics stadia and the only sounds are the rustle of fidgeting clothes and the exaggerated words spoken into glowing phones. Enforced, unwanted eavesdropping, half peeks into the lives of strangers. They are testing the floodlights, sparkles behind the giant iron DNA before returning to grey. What does it all mean? On the train again.

Grey Day It's a grey day. Steam hangs over the olympics stadia and the only sounds are the rustle of fidgeting clothes and the exaggerated words spoken into glowing phones. Enforced, unwanted eavesdropping, half peeks into the lives of strangers. They are testing the floodlights, sparkles behind the giant iron DNA before returning to grey. What does it all mean? On the train again.

Heavy Your face feels like the skin is hanging from your bones and your lids are the only thing keeping your eyes from rolling out. Your head is so heavy that sitting upright seems an impossible task. You aren't really sure how you woke up this morning let alone find yourself sitting on a train. In fact you aren't sure how you got to be feeling like this. Inches are way too big, you would noticed them. So micron by micron? It doesn't matter how strong you are, there is always something that can eat away at you, shortening your tether, burning you wick, climbing onto your back and making #life just too heavy.