7. This morning I woke up and felt something was amiss – different, instantly when I was coherent I thought something happened or was about to. I woke with a headache even before my day started and I suppose I didn’t sleep well because I also have a stiff neck. Despite the sun and clouds in a bright blue sky I slink to work slowly in an air of melancholy. Slowly walking from the tube stop to the office, against the grain pushing against the flow of people. Slow walkers here seem to be the scourge of life, the lowest form of Londoner or worse, a tourist. I feel eyes on me as I go, people huffing, nearly walking into me from the back, tripping over my feet.
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#62
7. This morning I woke up and felt something was amiss – different, instantly when I was coherent I thought something happened or was about to. I woke with a headache even before my day started and I suppose I didn’t sleep well because I also have a stiff neck. Despite the sun and clouds in a bright blue sky I slink to work slowly in an air of melancholy. Slowly walking from the tube stop to the office, against the grain pushing against the flow of people. Slow walkers here seem to be the scourge of life, the lowest form of Londoner or worse, a tourist. I feel eyes on me as I go, people huffing, nearly walking into me from the back, tripping over my feet.