My dreams aren't what I want them to be. So I woke up.
Back in New Cross for a week now, have become highly acquainted with my snooze button and the new Laura Marling album. Both so beautiful in their own way. There has been sunshine, ice lollies and picnic blankets emerging, along with blossom strewn pavements. Also had a collective cleaning of the fridge. That wasn't so beautiful. The mould within the natural yoghurt pot resembled somewhat of a forest on a glacier, floating on putrid milk. It was a sight to behold.
Made it out of New Cross yesterday with my flatmate. 171 to Holborn, crawling through Peckham and Camberwell, which was home to the most amazing fence. Within the diagonal arrangements of wire, plastic cups had been placed within to say 'I LIKE YOU VERY MUCH'. The aesthetic was so simple, the sentiment so sweet. I'd love to try something like that with the lights in halls, see if any words could be constructed. Anyway. The 171 crawled in the summer heat to take us north of the river and towards Senate House library. I'm annoyed with myself for not making it sooner. I felt like Matilda, both in terms of my stature in comparison with the actual building and in terms of excitement over the books, though I'm sure Matilda would have been much more photogenic when it came to having her picture taken for the library card.
Things to do today
One essay.
Things that are more likely to happen today
The eating of a greasy spoon breakfast. I do love Cafe Selecta.
Perpetual daydreaming distracting me from doing anything productive. Below being a visual representation of this state. (Spencer Murphy)
I do wish this volcanic ash would hurry along.
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