Early morning train, reading the Neijing and watching a grey and still sleepy London wake up as we speed through suburbs, backyards, warehouses, scrapyards, tenements, stations empty except for lone zombies.
At a station, waiting for the next train, I look up at a new building and an old office building next to it. The new one is still cradled in scaffolding and gauze, but both, both, have their top third swept in London mist.
