Let Them Fall, I Could Not Care Less

Preoccupied by London looming in the horizon of the week. Planning outfits, things to do, where to go, what to read, think, breathe. We leave on Saturday and return on Wedensday. I'm totally broke and should not be going at all, but fuck that. I cannot wait to stuff my face in Chinatown and Camden. And go shoe-hunting. Any fabulous suggestions are very welcome, I'm sort of at a loss about what to show two near-novice Londoners.

My Russian is so craptastic there aren't words. But I'm getting there, I hope. It has to have gotten somewhere by november 20th.

And, what do you know, I wrote something on the tube on the way home a week ago. The weather was perfect autumn, and I just couldn't help it, not even the bad T.S. Eliot allusion:

Autumn is summer’s glasses: the veil of heat removed, colours crisper, clearer, more alive. The wind returns and rustles leaves and people and hair. Puddles freeze and melt, every morning, evening, afternoon. I can breathe again, without gulping and swallowing air (no, it’s not asthma, the doctor assures me it is not. Cannot be, actually, not possibly. Not with values like that. Don’t worry, just breathe normally, you’ll be fine.).

Let Them Fall, I Could Not Care Less

Preoccupied by London looming in the horizon of the week. Planning outfits, things to do, where to go, what to read, think, breathe. We leave on Saturday and return on Wedensday. I'm totally broke and should not be going at all, but fuck that. I cannot wait to stuff my face in Chinatown and Camden. And go shoe-hunting. Any fabulous suggestions are very welcome, I'm sort of at a loss about what to show two near-novice Londoners.

My Russian is so craptastic there aren't words. But I'm getting there, I hope. It has to have gotten somewhere by november 20th.

And, what do you know, I wrote something on the tube on the way home a week ago. The weather was perfect autumn, and I just couldn't help it, not even the bad T.S. Eliot allusion:

Autumn is summer’s glasses: the veil of heat removed, colours crisper, clearer, more alive. The wind returns and rustles leaves and people and hair. Puddles freeze and melt, every morning, evening, afternoon. I can breathe again, without gulping and swallowing air (no, it’s not asthma, the doctor assures me it is not. Cannot be, actually, not possibly. Not with values like that. Don’t worry, just breathe normally, you’ll be fine.).