Wednesday, 28 October 2015


My room. My music. My self. Louder than reality. The world is but a blur.

The infested morning commute

Rats, I tell ya. We're a bunch of rats.
Yesterday, I waited for 5 trains before considering entering the tube. Today, I've lost count. 
Rats everywhere. Here I am waiting for the next tube. And the next. And a next. Until it's minimally bearable. Until I can feel I won't just pass out the second I enter the carriage. 
There, here comes another one. Not mine yet. The platform just got a new bunch of rats. Don't think I'll be entering the next one either.

Monday, 26 October 2015

Big Smoke

Having hibernated for more than a year, I've become insanely thirsty, an insatiable unbearable state of mind. Now, finally and long due, I have found a new fountain. New worlds, new ways, new passions. For without enough fuel, there's not enough drive. I am, slowly but surely, coming back. Thank you, Big Smoking Hot.

"Why, Sir, you find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford."

Monday, 12 October 2015


You know what's good about London, New York? In you I was only light, I could only be light. Here I can be dark too. I can explore both as much as I please. I'm becoming whole.

Sunday, 11 October 2015

Live lives

Too many lives have been lived already. It's time to stick to one, says the brain. But knowing your restless heart, would one life suffice? And why should it? Why should you stick to just one? You're not a tree. You don't even know roots. Don't listen to your brain, says the heart. Live all lives you can possibly live. Live them all.

Thursday, 8 October 2015


Love is blind. I, daughter of the sea, the grandiose wonderful sea, am falling in love with a river. Of a pale brown, its waters are muddy and opaque. There's no curly white waves hitting the sand, reaching for the sky. And the horizon is of short reach. But it too has tides, it too has life, it too flows and never stops. Every stream lives, be it right here in the Thames or far out in the ocean. ⚓