general old asylum factory told

london bridges still standing

found a bamboo forest in the old tate

somewhere in soho

a lot of london is empty

l. & z. in one of those black cabs

took this from the top of a moving double-decker bus: sometimes need the later to make it through the former

he, he: saw these two bright and early one saturday morning: both with shiny leggings that seem to be all the rage here: the one on the left has her high heels in her left hand: i'm sure the outfits made so much more sense the night before

found on underground: "that it will never come again is what makes life so sweet" -emily dickinson: "there's probably no god. now stop worring and enjoy your life"

out my window: spent a week near grasmere: wordsworth country

i ate dinner across from these two fellas

out my window: blue

ambleside

there are small mountains back there

:

my walk took me to someone's backyard: a tree growing from the chimney

when i first realized i was lost

goes on like this forever

lost, i ask the water which way

:

maybe like the moon up top

there's water down there: i can't imagine what it looks like on a sunny day

i was ill prepared for the fells: wet converse

this little guy followed me for a bit

the only way

:

croquet: ha, but no one to play

proper garden

take heed

back in london: these steps led directly to the thames (all that blackness is water)