The London Umbrella Company
The vibrations sink through the Plexiglas and marble, through the pavement, underneath the city that always sleeps, into my basement office. They’re so loud down here, a million footsteps marching home. The heartbeats are louder though, cars and trains and tube carriages rammed with them aching, pulsing, throbbing. You have to zone them out or… Read more The London Umbrella Company