everything you want, it's a great idea
i miss east london. sunday markets, tiny bars and blossom on the concrete in the spring, strange shops on roman road, blue tiles and old street names and indian food in bethnal green. i miss being close to my friends and drinking in the morgan on slow days and riding the number 8 all the way from bow to victoria. columbia road flower market, second hand bookshops and hackney on the weekend, graffitti and parched grass in summer...
i need to remember how dissatisfied i was there, but i wonder now if that wasn't just my loneliness, and if it would be different this time.
perhaps at the root of my nostalgia lies the fact that, against all the odds, i've managed to find myself living somewhere bleaker than bow ever was. sweet jesus.
i need to remember how dissatisfied i was there, but i wonder now if that wasn't just my loneliness, and if it would be different this time.
perhaps at the root of my nostalgia lies the fact that, against all the odds, i've managed to find myself living somewhere bleaker than bow ever was. sweet jesus.