the first tube of the day passes by the back of a row of houses on it's way into the city.

morning after, woken by sunlight through the window. hung over, no idea where or with who.

tower blocks, majestic failures, symbols of crumbling idealism.

rush hour on the underground, surrounded by people but completely alone. lost in the shuffle.

walking though the streets at night, clears the mind. alone but not lonely.

lost in thought. bus passes by, she takes no notice.

cold and windy, clinging to each other for comfort - you and me against the world.

busker on the underground - head down, keep walking. don't look him in the eye.

eerily quiet, people gone but their presence remains

a couple speeding through London in a taxi late at night. the man is lost in thought, watching the city fly by. girl trying desperately to communicate with him.

derelict petrol station, urban decay.

physical closeness/emotional distance. a married couple on the sofa. the man is engrossed in the TV, the woman asleep. they are miles apart.