@x is a real person. I follow him on Twitter.
@x takes repeated photos of a single branch of railway line.
@x is travelling by tube, to “another country” as @x tweets it.
@x is unaware, but I am at a play “No Feedback” which has finished early due to audience disruption.
@x takes a photo, as I retrace my steps from theatre back to tube.
@x posts the pic to twitter. I see it on my phone as the tube doors open. It’s labelled ‘the dream life of William Carlos Williams’.
@x is opposite me in the carriage as I sit down.
@x is short, with watery, clear blue eyes. I stare at him for longer than is polite, confused.
@x says to me ‘there is no meaning but in moments of time’.
One of us got off at Liverpool Street.
I was the man in the green tie.