Thursday March 9th

swinging into Hoxton St, pumping thighs pumping riding fastest to the pod for fish dinner and
bang, it hits me.
the whole street went translucent and i’m slammed by a ‘this is it’ as clear and static as a glass bubble moment.
this is all it is.
that woman with her kid and that man with his chips and this bend and bump in the road
this is all it is.