tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18373305.post-32225704365314848382008-04-28T22:01:00.005+01:002008-04-28T22:42:11.497+01:00A City of Dirty Pissing Bastards and Thieves5:30am. Coach 16, Seat 11. Dosed up on mocha and the Kronos Quartet. After a couple of minutes of tunnel turning the window into an unflattering mirror, I am gifted an A13 dawn.
The blades of a giant industrial windmill carve the air, there is a concrete road in the sky funnelling unrelenting traffic and I am on a train that travels under the sea. For a moment, this feels like the sci-fi futureDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10882543653925973357noreply@blogger.com