The Way We Were
The jubilee line pulls into the platform and Daisy’s mind is submerged in a single puddle of thought: This train is going too slow. If I jump, it won’t kill me.
London past midnight, with vomiting bodies for cactuses, is a lot like nothingness.
Daisy gets out of bed and walks along the corridor into the forbidden zone, the no man’s land of flat 31: Izzie’s room.
“Living in London isn’t living, it’s surviving. Do you understand? That’s all I’m doing. Surviiiiving”