Ben Dewitt & the Girl on the Rails

It was a grey London mood for a grey London day.

I watched the blackness blow by, an abyss hidden by a mere pane of glass... but it was what I did every day, staring at the rapidly shifting shadow of the tunnels, slowly but surely rendering myself deaf by blasting generic top charts music into my ears, that was until a jolt from the cartridge rocked me violently back into reality.

Benjamin Dewitt got the Tube every day, back and forth from his job at an electronic Money institution in Essex, watching the darkness blow by as He contemplated his life choices grimly, He was backend Software Dev, fresh out of college and eager to start working for a fantastic new app-based Company in Chelmsford... I liked to imagine that's hows the early parts of my story would be told many years ago, but about now in 2021... let's just say I wasn't feeling exactly inspired.

I woke up at 6 AM Every day, did my exercises, paid taxes, never once missed rent... although I did once manage to steal My Best Friend's car keys in Uni... by accident because we both drove the same type of Peugeot 206.

But this was just life for me, a dissatisfying, mostly depressing life but...

My shirt was getting light, ugh it seemed that no matter how much I tried to bulk up, my metabolism was in a constant state of insane activity, Jesus I looked like a bloody scarecrow, and for a mostly plain looking, slightly tanned Mixed race guy.

And so there I was on my commute to work, two trains and a thirty-minute walk, two hours total seven days a week, twelve months a year.

I was tired of my job, tired of being away from my friends in the countryside... but most importantly... I was tired of my own life.

Until of course, I met the Girl on the Rails.