That’s the deeper meaning. The gap isn’t just physical. It’s the space between memory and presence. Between what was and what is. Between holding on and letting go.
It might just save you. Not from a twisted ankle. But from a life lived on autopilot. Enjoyed this? Share it with someone who needs a pause today. And if you ever ride the Northern Line, listen closely at Embankment. You’ll hear the difference. mindthegapps
Mind the gap.