The Last Escalator Ride
It doesn’t seem real.
Just like that, it’s over.
I still can’t find my words to write a blog eloquent enough to summarize a completely non-summarizable experience. I will have to trust that with time speech will find my mind and my fingers. My writing abilities will return (perhaps during my three week stay in Sweden).
However, for now I must learn to say farewell to London—a city that appears understated but yet so multi-dimensional, whose beauty isn’t necessarily atmospheric and overly apparent as in Paris, but that peaks its head at the most unexpected moments.
Forget me not London, city of pristine regularity and nonchalant vibrancy. For I will find it most impossible to ever forget you.
