Thursday

Looking across from my train at Blackfriars Station, down along the Thames to the silhouette of Tower Bridge and the city around it, already in the early morning beginning to bake in another heatwave at the end of a completely rainless summer, I find myself wondering how long it will be before the whiplash effects of homeostatic attempts at a correction see a vast red cyclonic eye perpetually howling around the atmosphere of our dead planet.