it is an epic. like the odyssey. we are travelling across a london which is actually plains and buses--more like poland--to get to luton airport, to go home. mostly on foot, may I say. on the way we meet many people, many places, flats and houses like islands where we're held up.
there is one moment when I find myself yet again hiding behind a white sofa, I have fallen straight into the midst of a game played by long-forgotten high school friends.
another moment when I realise the time--we are late, obviously.
another moment where some one tells us where to take a right. by that tree, was it? by the barn?
so it's entered me. the buses and the airports. that specific green. people and their flats.
what to say? welcome...
