On Monday, I was asked by my old housemate Jake to go up to London and shoot a music video for Tom Williams at a recording studio in Crouch End.Of course I jumped at the opportunity to use my much-neglected camera and spend a day in London! Much better than my 11am lecture on Modernism, even if I did have to get up at 7.
When me and Jake got back in to Canterbury, something tiny stuck with me.
As we climbed the steps to the footbridge, a man ran as fast as his legs could carry him to try and make the train. Everyone who had just got off stopped and stared, seeing if he could make it. As the train pulled away, without the unfortunate man, there was a collective gut renching disappointment across the bridge, each one of us feeling for him. Everyone looked at each other, realising that everyone around them had been following his progress, and laughed. Strangers turned to each other saying things like "we've all been there" and "poor guy, tried so hard" and it made me so happy for no real reason. The fact is we HAVE all been there, we all know what it feels like, we all have felt the soul-crushing moment the last beep sounds and the train goes off without us. We all get stuck in our own worlds and in our own heads, and it was nice to realise that there really were real people around us.
A bit of a rambling musing, but I just wanted to write it down and remember it. It still makes me smile.
