Sunday, April 1, 2012


it's amazing how even weeks, months, after leaving a place you loved/lived in, your mind can still map out its streets, its shops.
as if you're walking them again.
i take mental walks often,
down past kensington gardens towards the shops in high street kensington, the construction on my left.
funny i'd remember that construction.
or rather, funny that construction would be what i remember.
the walk from the spanish steps at night, past prada and louis vuitton, the bus stops.
the thousands of people like a flesh ocean under the subway tracks in paris, bastille day.  the police pushing and saying, "no madame."

i take these walks often.
most commonly in the shower, as it so happens.

1 comment:

  1. i do that all the time too. i miss london too much.