standing on the shoulders of giants, pt. 1.

flower whorl 3

the post that goes nowhere:

the past, the present, the future: a £2 coin, underground fare, hyde park in the summertime with friends of great height and the young american girl with the guarded eyes. singer sing me a given, singer sing me a song. everybody's looking on. there's time to teach, point to point, point observation, children carry reservations.

london belongs to me. and you, of course. always.


london is in my heart ;-)
cant wait to move soon