– in the morning it will fade away.
daylight is good at arriving on time
– it’s not always going to be this grey.
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and the neon when it’s cold outside
and the highway when it’s late at night;
got the radio on –
i’m like the roadrunner.
just like you’ve done before,
and wrap my heart round your little finger.
as the love that dies untold,
but the clouds never hung so low before.
i’d rather feel the earth beneath my feet.
When London life sweeps you away. When time in Stockholm does the same. When your city-love can’t get any bigger and you can’t stop admiring the walls and yet, somehow, El Condor Pasa makes all of it even better than it already is.
made. The laws that lay down who should be loved, and how.
working for the city (she has to discipline her body)
What is it about train journeys through cities? Or train journeys to a city? There’s something so poignant in it. Part pride and part discovery and part choking-nostalgia. I’ve never forgotten the muddled way I felt as that S-Bahn train picked it’s grey way to Berlin. Or the familiar rise every time I saw the Hat Museum in Stockport and knew that Manchester could only be minutes away. And those sudden brick walls that enclose the train and seem to touch the sky and mean you’re in Liverpool now. Sometimes I don’t think you can be fully indebted to a city until you have looked upon it through the windows of a train.
And so, to London. The ways you can train to it and through it are so many and so varied that I could never tire of it. Here’s how I saw it (once).
