200 Baker Street
Wallets, smart phones, London city guides of varying size, a doll with one eye and a sinister smile.
Keys, a Rolex watch, a letter, unaddressed, unsealed, apologising for the pain, the hurt, the lies, the tears; all the lost things come here.
A wedding dress, 144 copies of Gone Girl, a prosthetic leg, limping with regret, tagged like a criminal.
An engagement ring, a satellite dish, a pair of false teeth chattering with relief, a pack of embroidered handkerchiefs.
Northbound to Golders Green, Eastbound to Mile End, Southbound to Charing Cross, Westbound to Shepherd’s Bush.
All the lost things travelling into the night, like refugees seeking light at the end of the tunnel come here.
Some have happy endings, some don’t want to be found.
Claire Louise Hunt.