London diary


Yesterday, I was waiting on the platform for the next train to arrive, when a high-pitched, sad, almost wailing voice came from somewhere. To my surprise, it was a fox, walking near the tracks. I see foxes quite often where I live, usually at night, and it is relatively rare to see them during the day. It would naturally be very silly to ascribe human emotions or interpret animal cries with human emotions, but it really sounded very sad. It looked pretty oblivious to human presence nearby. I really have to wonder what that fox was going through.

PS: This picture is not particularly good, as it was taken using the camera on my mobile phone.