This city sends you back home even if you are as bad as me in finding ways or as fond as me of getting lost… It’ll lift you with the collar, embrace you, fix your hair and send you back to the new home it has made for you..

This city is a silent observer of you, it’ll befriend you only if you arrive as ‘you’…

While the autumn leaves paint landscapes of fleeting memory and the red phone booths live in their crucial uselessness and redness against the lovely red bus, I walk in red too…

This city doesn’t have an end and a beginning, it’s known to have a centre, the consciousness of that centrality – maybe – the root cause of colonization but the same consciousness gives it a heart like none other – blood racing in its arteries – from where it wasn’t prepared, a mind well – well – well tailored in ‘intellect and etiquette’ but a heart so messy that in its everydayess it is a ‘child’, it can be as wonderful and magical as you want it to be, while listening to magic radio in London..

My first few days in London will last for a long time, not because of a lack of possible intimacy with London but more chances and encounters, magic and numbers of first dates… I believe it will take me on first dates again and again and again…