This way is one way to go
and it may be,
but I do not know

But
I do know that I'm still stood here.

Cold?
yes
It's brass monkey weather.

The tube greets me like a long lost
friend
and there's not many of those left.


I suppose if I multiply the sixty eight passengers in this carriage by their average body temperature and divide by two pounds and forty pence i'd get as far as I'm going anyway
so I won't bother and in any case I don't have a calculator.

Inside this beehive of a mind there are so many gangplanks to walk, so many voices that talk to me and two eyes that can only see ahead of me.

Grabbing at straws is more than possible as the probability factor
shows.

I'll get a razor,

save a
wash basin
facing
West.