Four Foot Eight

Lambeth North

In the early morning a couple dance slowly and silently on the southbound platform, holding each other close, eyes closed, ignoring the rest of the world as it passes by.

One by one trains arrive and commuters pile out onto the platform, surging towards the exits in the last phase of their trip to work, hurrying headlong into whatever the new day will bring. The crowds flow around the dancing couple, not seeming to notice them, close to them but never bumping into them, leaving a space through which they continue to dance, oblivious. Silently the dancers drift to and fro, sometimes close to the platform edge, but always turning back in time.

As far as they're concerned, the new day can wait.