A rush of musty air sweeps past me.

It blows my hair, like the wind.

I hear the screeching of the brakes.

The sound fades,

And the tube rolls to a stop.

I hear the dinging of the doors

Opening.

I stuff myself in, and I feel like I could get lost,

In here.

I feel like a sardine, in a jar.

I feel grown-up, like I am travelling to work.

The silence makes me feel like I am in an airplane.

Finally, after what seems like eternity, I feel it,

Slowing down.

I hear people getting up.

Again, I hear it,

The dinging.

But what I see outside isn’t a stop.

It is endless,

Blackness.

The people just walk out,

And seem to disappear.

There is no screaming,

No falling.

They just disappear.

Then, I wake up.

- Greg Dray

From the BBC online article: Boris Johnson ‘furious’ at Northern line closure plan.

February 4, 2010