I’m back at work again, which I must say is lovely, I feel like I’ve finally found a home. But that’s enough about that. I had to go into London yesterday for work, and I ended up out at Canary Wharf. I never thought I’d go back there and I really did miss it. Although it felt a little strange thinking I had a two hour journey home instead of thirty minutes.
Anyway, it struck me, as I was gliding up the escalator, that Canary Wharf tube station. I l0ve the structure, but that’s not what caught my mind. With it’s expansive ceilings and posts, it reminds me of a cathedral. When I thought about it some more, I thought it wasn’t far from the truth.
In this day and age, everyone works hard, they work hard to earn money so they can enjoy the luxuries that life holds. Some of those luxuries include holidays, which leads back to what this amazing structure actually is, it’s a place of travel.
Not only is this concrete cathedral metaphorical for all it stands for, it’s location is somewhat symbolic. For those that earn, they earn money (well in most cases one would assume), and Canary Wharf is the home of many financial institutions. A rather circuitous affair.
I wouldn’t profess to getting down on my knees and praying to the gods of money, but I love the structure. Underground stations don’t need to be dirty, dark and grubby, Canary Wharf is a shining example of this. Not sure I’ll ever get bored of it.
