You can be a master tailor from Hong Kong looking for a toilet as you walk through Admiralty Arch. But no one speaks and no one knows. But if they ask then light a candle in that darkness.
You can be a civil servant who had his car stolen by a secret agent. You see him drive off through Admiralty Arch, but no-one speaks and no-one knows, the people in the crowd are no different than Lemmings. But if someone should notice then light a candle in the dark under Admiralty Arch.
You can be the director of American Oil, looking for the way to the Harrods superstore. But nobody stops and nobody knows. Everyone is single-minded, and go their own way under Admiralty Arch. But if someone should notice you then light a candle in that darkness under Admiralty Arch.
You are a train spotter from a hobby magazine making your way to Victoria station. You spin off from the crowd round Trafalgar square but nobody recognises you or knows your identity as you make your way through Admiralty Arch. But if someone should say good day, light a candle in the darkness under Admiralty Arch.
You are a tourist from a girls only holiday, looking for a restaurant where the rich and famous go, so you nervously explore the palace area and walk through Admiralty Arch and nobody knows you and nobody talks, everyone swarms like shoals of fish swimming. But if someone should stop and say hello, please light a candle in that darkness of Admiralty Arch.
For this is a game and no one can stop it, the forces at work compel the behavior. Each one of us with a history belonging to part of the tree of humanity; just like a leaf swept up by street cleaners and discarded somewhere in a heap under Admiralty arch.
Nov 10th, 1995
