Ascending the stairs, couples, two by two, summit to line up in profile against the long white wall, a breathing exhibit, Darwinian, The Ascent. In Row D, Seat 5, you stare at the screen. I take a drink and check my phone is silent. In Row F, Seat 17, you stare at the screen. In Row M, Seat 12, you take a drink. In Row E, Seat 9, you stare at the screen. I stare at the screen. In Row P, Seat 14, you check your phone is silent. In Row K, Seat 6, you take a drink.
I place one foot ahead of the other on the gradual incline of Whitworth Street West, walking against the oncoming crowds, stepping out from the doorway huddles, the security, the queues, the traffic, static, backed up, lane closed, cones, taxies, horns, motors shudder. Off the kerb, across the road, across the bonnets, before the windscreens, traverse the finishing line, the starting line, traffic island, bonnets, windscreens, kerb, walking against the oncoming crowds, stepping on the yellow lines, round the outside. The entrance closed, the escalator down, marshalled round, the crowd swells around us, flowing swift and strong, an incoming tide, we are caught in the current, swept upstream, long and wide, diverted up onto the Approach, too thick and fast, spilling onto the road, filtered through steel bollards, held back from the platform, every second counting down, urged back into the crowd, into the zig zag queue, six wide, the train leaves with us, the train leaves without us, running on its own lines, despite us the train will leave on time.
Dir. Godfrey Reggio
Live score: Go Go Penguin
October 10th 2015