A Map of London

It’s summertime, and even the snakes can’t be troubled to do much but curl themselves around raspberry bushes and bask in the sun.  The fan runs all night, and on the nights it doesn’t rain, I can hear hundreds of insects rubbing their legs together outside my window.  I am suddenly free to do anything (a fact which I continuously have to remind myself of), and more importantly, am free to do absolutely nothing at all.  There is a certain joy, I think - a joy that only comes in small doses - in these first few weeks of ripe freedom, when all that “summer” means is humid days and open-window nights.

Thursday, June 14th 2012 at 12:17 am
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