On a damp cold winter evening outside Liverpool Street Station you look up at the inky dark sky and the bright lights of the Station. Pausing to take in the scene, in spite of your eagerness to continue the journey. The brash lighting has a greenish glow in the tunnel. A pale blue halo forms around the principle light, bright against the indigo night. Twin Towers guard the entrance with an illuminated clock face indicating the time of Midnight, that must be wrong, right? For below the station is alive, we can only see a few people, but many more will pass us as they focus on their own journeys and thoughts of arriving home, or somewhere else. Is it better or worse? Wouldn't you like to know?