Sound of a Crowd


Walking through crowded London, when there are people everywhere and no one seems to know each other, I often hear a cry. It’s a sound I imagine to be the one a dolphin makes when it's stuck in a net. It’s only after a few seconds of hearing it that I realise the noise is coming from me.

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Old Cheeser said…
Oh dear, you do sound forlorn when talking about London, Nora! I do know how you feel though, being an inhabitant of the big smoke myself. It's not always my favourite place to be either. I often reflect on how strange it can be sitting next to or opposite people on the tube, being so physically close to someone and yet knowing nothing about them or their life. And vice versa. And if you do smile at someone or attempt to make conversation, you're branded a lunatic. A rather sad state of affairs, really.

Have you ever considered moving? (!!)
1:43 PM
Glenda Young said…
Yikes... having had a weekend away from the big city I realise I've been moaning about it too much. I will rectify matters in my next post. I LOVE living in London but I was ready to get away....
9:43 PM
Old Cheeser said…
Are you SURE you love it in London, Nora? Sounds like you are trying a bit too hard to convince yourself....(tee hee)
9:33 PM
Glenda Young said…
Old Cheeser, you cheeky mite. I could write a whole blog about the things I find exciting, interesting and wonderful about living in the smoke.. :-)
10:40 PM
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