when u come up from dean house, and see the row of houses, the light is always in a way strange and psychedelic. a sort of artificial glow from up above on the open road and to the horizont. today- all the light in london was psy. and no substances, cross my heart, just one apple in the morning (as in one real A-P-P-L-E- that is for some friends who think that when i say that i saw a swan on the sea it should mean something a whole lot different that a swan on the sea, and whom - the friends i mean- i miss very much). at 4:30 today the whole sky was violet. the national theatre is violet and blue. red lights float on thames near the greenwhich pier, near an almost fluorescent green strange tower who looks like a mosque.
when i come up from dean house, i see a cand
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it always looks like fairytales, like in the books when the houses were made of cardboard and sweets.
not to mention the recycle bins:
there's a surreal feeling everywhere.
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