Tuesday, 22 September 2015

but then the ecstatic month passed


August: I was back from holiday, back to what felt like the death of summer. I spent two weeks housesitting in Chelsea. For the first time since moving to London I cycled to work; after work I walked around or read. It felt like a different life. I spent a blissful weekend in the countryside reading A Little Life, after which I stopped reading novels for a few weeks.  I ate berries and counted down the days until I could escape to Vienna for some summer heat.

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