INT. A LECTURE HALL DAY

HUGO

Yesterday was weird. London, the city that never sleeps,

slept. I went out to meet a few friends last night and the

tubes were empty. Completely empty, and so were the streets.

Weird. In all my life I have never encountered London to

look so dead. It was quite nice in a way as I began to

notice things I had never noticed before. Have you noticed

how many pods the London eye has? 32. I have lived here for

19 years, born and raised but only just realised this last

night. It’s funny. So many people miss the little things in

life because they’re to busy looking at the big things. This

may not be the correct contrast but you know what I mean.

Another thing I noticed was how long it takes for London

bridge’s crossing to go down again. I was sitting on a wall

near the London eye staring at how calm the thames was when

the bridge began to descend. I counted. 1,2,3... 1 minute 36

1 minute 37, 4 minutes 52, 7 minutes 18. It was so chilled

just watching. But what I don’t understand is why the bridge

was up to begin with. There were no boats. No people. No

atmosphere. Come to think of it, there was nothing last

night. It was like the whole city was standstill, like there

was no time. Oh, my watch is broKen.