07 September 2008

London. Sometimes I love it, sometimes I hate it. All this in one day.

London is where people are drawn by greed to fore-go the pure and simple joys of life and to sacrifice too much of their precious time on this earth. Fuelled by caffeine, drink, drugs, but most of all by other people.

London is a strikingly beautiful landscape built around a curvaceous and enduring river, conceived in the minds of people who were driven and fuelled by a desire to make it a successful, strong and prosperous place for the good of other people.

Every day I walk across London Bridge amidst the crowds, I look across the water at this view and I look at the feet marching in front of me.
Unreal City,
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.

The Waste Land, T.S. Eliot
London Bridge, Monday 1st Sept 2008