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At least one morning every week now Pix and I walk to Euston station in the sunshine. The rest of the time it is overcast or raining.
One morning out of every week the sun is shining as we walk along Hampstead road and turn into Cardington street the sun is shining against the windows of the hotel that faces towards the outer wall of Euston station.
The sunshine projects down at a perfect angle, reflecting against the strange warped glass of the hotel windows, filtering through the trees that line Cardington and for a few minutes on those sunny mornings strange symbols are projected onto the walls of Euston station... and I fear that Cthulhu himself will be summoned forther and go on a rampage through London destroying the minds of mortal men and altering the fabric of reality as we know it.
Which would be a pretty sucky thing to happen on a sunny morning on your way to work, eh?
May. 9.2003