I think the London I live in is the London of my past. I live in my memory of a place, rather than the place itself. My London has wharves and docks in the east of the river, no Westfield, plans for something called the Fleet Line, buses you can jump in and out of and trains with doors you operate yourself. I certainly don’t mean that I see the past through rose-tints, only that London has out-run me. Underneath it all, it’s still London though. I can still navigate the streets pretty much the way I used to. There are still places the money hasn’t reached.
from Robert Brook.
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