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 14. 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.

I had time to think last night, about my parents. I don’t

know how to tell them I don’t like the course I’m doing at

Uni. They always tell me how proud they are of me for doing

business and maths but I don’t want to do it anymore. My dad

is sorting out a job for me right now for when I finish my

education. I finish my education in three weeks. well, two

weeks six days twenty three hours and 42 seconds. The way

London was last night it described how I felt. I wish time

would slow down. 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.