By Letícia Cruxen
i can’t wait wait wait until i move back to england. i mean, it’s going to be a few years and i’ll have a lot of hard work and fun (mostly hard work) in between, but it’s nice to know that i feel a sense of belonging somewhere. i’m just so terribly impaaatient
"Hampstead Heath! Glory of London! Where Keats walked and Jarman fucked, where Orwell exercised his weakened lungs and Constable never failed to find something holy."
Zadie Smith, from On Beauty
"I loved them as poets love the poetry
that kills them, as drowned sailors the sea."
"The Schooner Flight" - Derek Walcott
Sad, because London is no longer a 45-minute train ride away.
Outdoor scenes focusing on the architecture from Disney’s 1961 animated film, “101 Dalmatians”.
illustrated London, I assume then.
other things I found on my last trip to London, just in case you’re interested:
Captain Jack (Sparrow, not Harkness)
Marie Antoinette’s head
pints of STRONGBOW & pints of other things too
good weather (for about five minutes)
and then bad effing weather for the rest of the time
the Harrods bear (in an effort to escape the bad weather, of course)
smelly cats (this one’s for you, Phoebe Buffay)
an Oyster card for those trips on the Tube (though I really should have bought one back in September)
St. George’s Day festival on Trafalgar Square
set-up for the London Marathon
the actual London Marathon (and Waldo!)
but most importantly, my incredible cousins who are already back in Germany