The streets of London are always filled with life. The expressions on the faces, the buses passing by, it all becomes a delight to the eye, full of stories that the author hears.
I never saw it with my eyes, but it was there. Is that man tired, is he yawning. How long has That theater been there?
Long before I peered out of this bus window, who traveled these streets so many years ago.
That's life tick tock, tock tick, a relentless procession of repetitive annoying sounds, tick tock, tick tock. What if we could change it maybe a random tock tick here and there.