London

Another day. So many of them. London is a city of monotony, there really is no other word to quite describe it. The daily travel back and forth from university. The filthy, crowded, underground service. Changing trains, climbing crowded stairs, until finally you emerge above ground, take a deep breath, and dive into the crowds passing along Oxford street. The red buses crawl along the street, negotiating the traffic and humans that are crossing the street in dangerous attempts to get to work, just those few minutes earlier. A cold wind gusts along the road kicking up old newspapers and lifting them into the air. The sky was blue today.
I take in the scene around me. The same scene I see everyday. My Sony Ericsson vibrates in my pocket, so I retrieve it and reply to a text from a friend. Before I know it, I'm already at the corner of Oxford Circus, taking a left, and striding down Regents St towards the univeristy building. The cold bites at my face as I long for the warmth of the lecture hall. I finally reach the front steps of the university and pass through the oldest revolving doors in London. Apparently.Then warmth engulfes me as I enter the marble foyer. I dig into my pocket for my university pass, swipe it through security, and step into an open elevator. Fifth floor. Room 543.
I'm late. As usual. The lecture hall is half empty, so stroll to my usual seat and pass a nervous glance at a couple of friends who acknowledge my lateness. Tom Moore, my professor in war and conflict is at the podium. I settle into my seat, and start scribbling in my notebook. Geopolitics and its implications on modern warfare, napoleon and the realist perspective, Clausewitzian theory, bla bla bla. The words flow over my head in waves, and the melodic rythmic sound of the air ventilation sends me into a semi state of consciousness, as I gently fall asleep. Such was my lecture today. A rather long introduction to abit of an anti climax. But hey, why make a story climatic anyway?