London, moderately and melodiously

[1]
the man stuck his tongue into my mouth. cold as a stone, i don't feel, i don't see, i don't care. but i dramatize these pointless moments in order to ascertain that i existed once, at 5am, for a stranger, who wouldn't be able to recall what happened the night before.
[2]
the child: it acts, it imitates, it surprises; a ridiculous figure
[3]
because i've always been passive, neutral, neither argued nor confronted anyone, never understood what clarity or lucidity meant, now my mind sways and wanders, never fixed, rooted, stable, endlessly, never

i'm still in london due to the volcano eruption. london makes me want to write, to draw, to design, to make things happen. london happens. i found lots of beautiful words and images here and will post some up later when i've time.