this is where i live now. London. The Smoke. this is also where i work, breathe, sleep, eat and think. i have been here for two weeks to the day, and time is strange here. feels like a long time ago, but also like yesterday.
i walk as often and far. trying to get a feeling for distances, the different areas and how they fade from one to another. i draw lines on maps. trying to find good places for coffee, small details or moments of great atmosphere. i try to read, both fiction and non-fiction. i'm waiting for Junichiro's 'In Praise of Shadows', thinking it will be good for me.
i saw Hammershøi at the Royal Academy of Arts today, the last day of the exhibition. strange with so many people walking around and watching paintings imbued with such calm.
