It's a Saturday morning here in London, the weather is darkening and worsening as the hours tick by, and the pale of gathering cold threatens to confine me to my linens for the day. A decent time for irreverent and unsubstantial thoughts, so I hope your days are looking the same.
At the end of this week I've finally found employment, that pub job I'd mentioned earlier turned into some sort of really sleazy promotional gig, and so I have instead crawled into the job-sphere of our flatmate, Vera, and work in a theatre. Cool? Not really, but it's a little bit of change in my pocket at the end of a long search.
Life here has been reportedly quiet. While the slow cruising pace of our time in London means I've been developing myself into lots of new areas, it does leave relatively little to prattle about online. I've been getting heavily into some stenciling and jamming around town, and will put up some photos soon. There is the usual litany of protests and parkour, but passions chill with the weather, and the urge to save the world becomes more just an urge to save the heating.
Trips to the Tate Modern, Saatchi Gallery, and numerous other free institutions of culture remain awesome, but albeit with less photographic opportunities, so I apologize for being unable to convey the experiences digitally.
To be frank, nothing quite so enthralling. A Halloween night out at the pub, and table of quickly drafted graffiti ideas, a new package of socks. For this I leave such breaths between posts, which I'm not sure is healthy or not. Flights to most places in Europe are fifty cents right now, tax included, so next week I should manage to sneak off to somewhere for a couple days, and endeavor to communicate something of interest.
Until then, let's hope we learn more about the DRC then voting machines in Virginia.
-n
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