old and london

I am in London. I have been in London for a few days now. Feels like I have been in London for a few weeks now. Cannot tell if that is a good or a bad thing. Before coming a few days ago, I had not been here in several years. It was one of the first ever cities I travel to abroad as an adult – and being back, well, it feels nice. It feels nice because London blends feeling familiar with feeling new. It feels old, really. The people feel older. I think it’s a product of the culture simply being around for longer. Interesting how that works. How the culture seems to talk to us. Seems to talk to me like it’s alive. It manifests in rather interesting ways. Like the walls. They feel older. The taxi drivers feel older. The cars feel older. The clouds, too. Not sure if any of this makes sense. I think they have more classic jobs here perhaps – bankers and what not. Maybe that feels old, too.

Part of me is in pursuit of this feeling. Of something more longterm. I mean other cities feel that way. But something about the culture here feels…cynical? Cynical about volatility. Less emotional and reactive. The US feels more volatile maybe. More emotional. I mean there are a wide variety of cities in the US of course, just like in England and Europe and the world generally. So I don’t mean to generalize too broadly.

I went for a run yesterday. It’s one of my favorite ways to see a city, especially a new city, well, a new city for me, but especially an old city that’s been around for a long while, that has interesting twists and turns and bends and things to see and people to hear.

I like running. I like running in cities especially. Even though it can be annoying seeing cars and what not. I quite like the experience of feeling like I am unlocking new territory. A bit like playing a video game of sorts.






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