I am in London, it's 3.37 am, I am awake, heavily jet lagged, of course. It is good to be back. I feel particularly awake and alive in London, in general, regardless of the weather - which, at the moment, makes heavy gray clouds scatter quickly across the sky outside. It is almost as if London's energy, as a city, meshes with mine, frequency-wise, and feeds something within me.
My head feels a touch like a major train station right now, with thoughts in various states of stop and go and people milling about.
I think I'll try and go to sleep, however, because otherwise tomorrow jet lag will have the best of me.
I am glad I came back before the year is over. So much has changed for me in 2010.
“‘There are two kinds of people,’ she once decreed to me emphatically. ‘One kind, you can just tell by looking at them at what point they congealed into their final selves. It might be a very nice self, but you know you can expect no more surprises from it. Whereas, the other kind keep moving, changing…They are fluid. They keep moving forward and making new trysts with life, and the motion of it keeps them young. In my opinion, they are the only people who are still alive. You must be constantly on your guard, Justin, against congealing.’”