Album: Dire Straits by Dire Straits
Food: Honey-roasted cashew nuts
Would you prefer to never have to do chores again or never have to use transport again? I ask a stranger on the internet. No chores, he replied. I agree. All do all my best thinking on the train, I say. Opposite me at Wapping station on a ghostly tube-strike day a man beautiful enough to make you stop and store look vacantly across the carriage, alternatively taking ambitious bites of a soggy looking burger and chomping along chips towards extremely long, thin fingers. He has clean fingernails and no jewellery and could be anywhere between 15 and 28 years old. He gets off at Canada Water before I've finished writing about him. I want to paint him, if I could paint. I wanted to watch him all the way to the end of the line, watch the extraordinary long fingers eat in that unusual, delicate way. As he stands up I see his white socks and sliders. I desperately want to know where he is going, midday on a Tuesday with no tube to take him any further, but he's gone, and I'm left to do my best thinking alone.
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