the DLR is cool

Travelling down to Canary Wharf, the sun piercing, inching further north each day, I go to a part of London I managed to avoid for 1.5 years. And how different it is. Listening to Royksopp and Jet Society, warehouses, canals, the bright new developments of Limehouse, canal boats, all slip by seamlessly until we un-dock, de-board, alight onto a bridge and skyscrapers appear, a massive deconstructed reflection. Accustomed to the claustrophobia-inducing layers of compressed urban living, I'm struck by the sense of space. Inside these foyers, one has the illusion of being outside.