This was taken somewhere near London Wall in the City of London. I worked in a small library near there when I first moved to London. I hated the anonymous office blocks, the brutal, alien architecture, the cold unfriendly people who never seemed to smile. It made me feel lost and lonely. This picture of a brick wall that surprisingly has a window empty of glass, whose function I can only guess at, is perhaps symbolic of the feeling I had of being trapped, of there being nothing to look at, nothing soft, nothing natural, nothing kind or good.