Put your head below your pillow,
push your hands against your ears.
Be quiet.
Listen to British singer-songwriters,
watch Linklater films,
read American Drama.
Post-modernism.
But never,
never
get out.
4.4.14
As I Lay Dying.
"When we enter she turns her head and looks at us. She has been dead these ten days. I suppose it's having been a part of Anse for so long that she cannot even make that change, if change it be. I can remember how when I was young I believe death to be a phenomenon of the body; now I know it to be merely a function of the mind and that of the minds of the ones who suffer the bereavement. The nihilists say it is the end; the fundamentalists, the beginning; when in reality it is no more than a single tenant or family moving out of a tenement or a town."
William Faulkner.
23.2.14
Oh, London.
How am I gonna be able to write this in any other language? I just can't, to begin with.
After five brief days in London, come back "home" has been way more difficult than ever before. And past times were not easy whatsoever. But this time is different. Because it is London. And I just realised that I am in love with London. London is not as beautiful as Paris, neither as big a New York. However, I love its avenues. I love its streets. I love every single corner of it. I love its multicultural population, the shape of its buildings, the height of its landmarks, the non-stoppingness of its underground. The rain, the mist, the clouds, the many little times the sun can be seen through its limited skyscrapers. The anonymous faces of its people, the way they are in a hurry all the time, the coffee shops, the book stores, the markets, the museums. I love e v e r y t h i n g.
The place where you were born and the place where you were supposed to be born are rarely the same place. I was born here. I was supposed to be born there. Every step is a step closer to London. It is the city where I want to spend the rest of my life in. I may not be always the same place but travelling all the time. But London is my home. I have never be more sure of that that I am right now.
After five brief days in London, come back "home" has been way more difficult than ever before. And past times were not easy whatsoever. But this time is different. Because it is London. And I just realised that I am in love with London. London is not as beautiful as Paris, neither as big a New York. However, I love its avenues. I love its streets. I love every single corner of it. I love its multicultural population, the shape of its buildings, the height of its landmarks, the non-stoppingness of its underground. The rain, the mist, the clouds, the many little times the sun can be seen through its limited skyscrapers. The anonymous faces of its people, the way they are in a hurry all the time, the coffee shops, the book stores, the markets, the museums. I love e v e r y t h i n g.
The place where you were born and the place where you were supposed to be born are rarely the same place. I was born here. I was supposed to be born there. Every step is a step closer to London. It is the city where I want to spend the rest of my life in. I may not be always the same place but travelling all the time. But London is my home. I have never be more sure of that that I am right now.
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