People of London: rushing lives before the quarantine

I like to dive as an observer in big cities, although I’m not a big fan of crowded places. Stopping the demonstrations, the places swarming with people that animate them, the flow of life is something that makes me feel part of the places I don’t belong.

For example, London, which I visited twice in a year between 2018 and 2019. On both occasions, I had the opportunity to walk aimlessly through the streets, letting myself be fascinated by the people who animate them, by their behaviour.

London is a city that runs, where everyone has a timer instead of a clock and time does not flow, it expires. And if you think about it now, all this hurry seems paradoxical: everything is frozen, time no longer has a border and one day seems the same as the previous one.

So today I want to try to make you remember what life was like until a few months ago, because maybe even when life takes its course again, nothing will be the same as before.