a london diary

2000 04 30 sunday

I want my mind to race and the words to flow but it feels like a brick and they do not,

Last week I walked from Canary Wharf to Liverpool Street through uprated business districts, warehouses being transformed into expensive apartments, riverside terraces, forgotten Tower Hamlets sink estates, the East End and fashionably busy Spitalfields, from sun and warmth to a muggy thunderstorm that outlived a train journey to Embankment and the ICA.

Probably not my best venture and unlikely to be repeated.

onedotzerofour might kickstart things. I hope for much with a little forlorn doubt nagging me nonetheless.