It’s tiring walking against the peak-hour crowds – coming into the
city when everybody else is trying to leave. Whenever I’m in a crowd I
can’t help feeling as if I’m in the way, and there’s a sea of unhappy
faces to fuel my paranoia.
It’s tiring walking against the peak-hour crowds – coming into the
city when everybody else is trying to leave. Whenever I’m in a crowd I
can’t help feeling as if I’m in the way, and there’s a sea of unhappy
faces to fuel my paranoia.