"Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically." - D.H. Lawrence
Archive Subscribe to RSS Ask me anything Follow Me on Twitter
"Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically." - D.H. Lawrence
Archive Subscribe to RSS Ask me anything Follow Me on Twitter
The standard morning song on the Route 168 bus in the morning. I’d listen to it at least six or seven times. Old Kent Road Tesco to Aldwych. Not stepping on any of the cracks all the way to the bus stop. Smiling and waving at the Costcutter boys. Sometimes, stopping in to buy their wonderful, wonderful pain au chocolat. Walking by the river after a coffee at Monmouth when it wasn’t too cold. The leaves. Craving really bad Chinese egg fried rice doused in chili oil! Sometimes, if you woke up late, and decided to work in the library, hiding in the stacks avoiding people, you’d stop at Borough market on Fridays, and secretly indulge in the far too watered down, but oh-so-good Malaysian Chicken Curry. You’d joke with the guy that you were Malaysian, and it needed more chili. That guy that would always be right outside St. Mary’s at the Strand, with his Big Issue, Alfred. The long conversation you had one day about what it meant to be Malaysian. What it meant to be British. Why sleep was always so important when for homeless. Curries. And how much he missed watching Come Dine With Me. How everything about the 168 changed.
So strange the things you remember, sometimes.
justazar reblogged this from thefragile
thefragile posted this
