Even now, if anyone ever asks me to describe London, I will only be able to describe it at night. Only at night it truly comes to life. Black ink injected skies, orange lights of cabs, dim shimmering of lampposts. “Take a left there and then right”… New perfumes, cigarette smoke, a smile, vodka, martini, flashing lights, another smile, a gentle touch. And sunrises. Sunrises! Over the Blackfriars, over Putney Bridge, over Waterloo Bridge. My longest and most committed relationship is with you, London.

Sometime in 2017


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