An underground train eases its way into Manor House station on the Piccadilly line.
This is the pulse longed for by people who want to get where they are going, and dreaded by people who don’t. Does it sound more like a sword fight, a heartbeat, or a death knell? Sung and clapped, I think it will sound almost joyous. Played on a single drum in a big room, eerie. Accompanying a story of staying still, intriguing.
So, I guess that is what we will try next!