Been catching up on Underground Diary. It used to be a near daily read when I was commuting across London, travelling on tube and train. Its clipped sentences capture the rhythm of carriages running the lines and circles of the transport network stuffed with people as metaphors for isolated pods thinking thoughts of anxiety, madness, violence, sex, shopping and inanity. The narrating voice at times reminiscent of Patrick Bateman, but more cultured. The text littered with unexpected poetry.