Thursday, September 21

YEAR:  2023 | Tags:  | |

Crofton Park Station, 14:05


Last night ended with Mark and I waving goodbye to Eileen at Charing Cross Station and getting a tube and train to Crofton Park, where we will talk late into the night.

Today starts slowly and features a brunch in the only traditional caff left in the area: the only one where sourdough bread and avocado don’t feature on the menu. I have a late vegan breakfast with a big mug of ”proper” tea.

I get the overground from Mark’s to Whitechapel, where I swap to the new Elizabeth line, my final piece of sightseeing for this visit.

On the plane I recall the motto from Everything Everywhere All At Once, the movie I saw on the way to London: Nothing matters. I recall the way it got filtered through the idea of love.

I don’t watch a movie on this flight.