I’m trying to document London as I see it. It’s not all the big, beautiful tourist spots. A huge amount of it is bleak, especially now that the darkness is coming for us all in the autumn. it rained for more than 24 hours straight last night. Winter is coming. 

It’s a bit sad I never documented the long ride into class on the Tube in the mornings. I truly meant to…it just was too difficult to bring out my camera on a day I knew I’d be out for more than eight hours and was already carrying a crapload of stuff that I ostensibly used to study for my MA. (now finished, results in…meh).

My London is a lot dirtier (grittier?) than most Londons. I will document the night bus one of these days, that very paragon of grit in the City…but in general I seem to find myself in deconstructed marketplaces and wandering near rubbish piles a lot. It freaked me out the first time I was ever in New York City, and continues to bother me these days. Who just puts trash on the sidewalk?

It’s 17:49 and I had to turn the light in our room on. Damn. It. Winter is really coming. London will soon be bathed in darkness all the time, and I will be in possession of a pallor 18th-century womenfolk would be envious of.

I went to pick up my wedding band today, on my Sunday before the working week(end). It was the wrong size. A trip to Hatton Garden in vain.

My wedding band is from 1883. The year electricity was first used in houses. It’s. Old.

So I went to the first pub I ever set foot in, here in London. Craft Beer Co., near Chancery Lane. I had a couple beers to pass the time and then went home to make dinner.

My life is so interesting.