It is only the mid-point of a bigger process, it is a reminder, a note to yourself, and its sits in the hand, which is wide open. It is cold in there, but it might be one of the last public spaces, especially in London, where there aren't many benches and you have to keep bouncing along. You have to work with what you've got, to try and warm it up a bit. They are probably going to sit uncomfortably, which makes sense, it is easy to spot the smug ones, they look so comfy in there. Everything wants to get outside of itself, to do something, they have electrical charge, and desperate to get outside of their own surface.