“London is steeped in history. It’s lousy with it. Walk down any street and you will find it. Statues that proclaim to whoever will read that someone they’ve never heard of did something they don’t care about on this very spot. Street names ring with the forgotten meanings of yester-year. Hanging Swords Alley, or St Tweezers Lane. Who was St Tweezer? The world may never know.

London is bloated with nightlife. From the ever-dark of the lower levels, to the channelled natural light of Notting Hill Heights. As soon as the sun goes down the revellers come out, into the night. Into the thousands of venues that wait, just for them. Flashy neon lights beam down on their gleaming, sickly faces as they enter nightclubs to dance their minds away, to forget who they are, to live in the moment, to be someone else, to have someone else… just for one night.

London is busy. Never ending streams of traffic run through the streets, pumping people and products around like lifeblood. By day they look like ants, by night – the most fabulous glow worms. The hustle and bustle of daily life flows around the city, infecting every pore, until it is just one beautiful stream of information… travelling from destination to destination, glistening in the night.

London is new. Shiny spires tower over old roofs, constant regeneration. Old buildings are added to and evolve like a forest in time-lapse photography. New technology makes buildings think and respond to their occupants every need. Rebuilt a thousand times, the city is modern, the city has money, the city has people, the city is the only place to live.

London is where the world will end… but not tonight.”

darkcryst