you pass through places and places pass through you

but you carry them with you on the soles of your traveling shoes.






sometimes it just randomly hits me that damn, i miss london. i miss that city. i saw a map today and traced farringdon street with my finger, from blackfriars past holborn off the map to where i used to live. i miss it. every piece of it. every cobblestone and every street sign and every bus stop and every raindrop. i hope i go back there someday, and i hope it's soon.