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  • It was an anniversary of that thing we love, and love to hate, that made London so Great and sprawled a city.

    I tried to find a photograph and words to sum up thousands of journeys through the subterranean places with the myriad of faces, and experiences good and bad, monotonous and excruciating and extraordinary.

    The Tube life is the secret inner dialogue of our city. We're all aware of the conversation we have with it, and that myriad of journeys, long and short, day after night after day, how could I hope to sum up that within the story of a journey or a solitary image from a single station when such a rich palette colours my view.

    If you don't know this language, no words, no images, can give the quintessential story of the Tube to you. And if you do, then you already know.
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