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London

Mostly cloudy skies with a high near seventy degrees while C. and I sat in the National Gallery, awaiting the results of our mandatory Covid tests so we could fly home.

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Bath

As we pulled out of Paddington Station, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the announcements on the Great Western Railway.

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Somnambulist

One of those fine afternoons when you wander into a dusty bookstore in an unfamiliar city.

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Violent Light

London. After six weeks here, I still find myself stopping in the street, stunned by how low the clouds hang on this island.

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Stone

You can’t climb on Stonehenge anymore, but you can walk around it under the eye of a tour guide and two uniformed guards.

London

March 19, 2022

It was nice to believe in the future for a little while.

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Evensong

Yesterday I saw the birthplace of William Blake, now a strip of concrete between an Indian restaurant and an expensive handbag store.

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Gaps and Threads

London. Another day of clouds and drizzle, and somewhere off to the left, I can hear Georges Perec: “Question your teaspoons.”

London

February 21, 2022

Few things feel as eternal as a lone bus stop in the middle of the night.

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Dark Trees

London. A storm named Eunice is churning over the Celtic Sea, and the news is advertising it heavily.

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Night Flight to London

I spent six hours looking down at the Atlantic, hunting for the distant lights of boats.

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