Ha, that’s a clever title and no mistake.
I get the train from Old Street Tube on the way home from work. On the opposite track, which is nearly always empty (as the train only has one more stop after Old Street – Moorgate), there is the tunnel entrance that seems different to the others in London. I don’t know why exactly. Perhaps it’s because the station is so empty and the design seems to soak up sound in the way I haven’t experienced in other Tube stations.
I have become rather interested in this particular tunnel as it just seems to devour the light. Peer as you might into the tunnel, you cannot see a thing. It is only when a train comes, with its lights on, initially lighting up the silver rails from a distance that you reaslise the tunnel is not straight. The train thunders into the station turning sharply to its left. Afterwards, when all light has disappeared, the tunnel once again becomes a mystery with not a trace of its origin.
I had to take a picture of it although it doesn’t really do it justice. Some things you just have to experience.
I love darkness. The possibilities.
This tunnel seems to invite you to walk into, to walk into the darkness, disappear and be gone forever.
You know the kind of feeling you get when you’re on top of a tall edifice looking down, feeling like you can’t trust yourself not to jump…
I will disappear one day.
It’s like staring into a black hole and the tracks are the event horizon.