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[27 Mar 2008|06:47pm] |
A short walk from our flat is a statue of Mohatma Gandhi, and it is worn from all of the years of sitting there, staring out from his perch in Tavistock Square, looking at a very normal street that then leads past him into the heart of Bloombury, the little Italian restaurant where my mum and I go when she's had a bad day and can't bring herself to cook, since they have these big breadsticks that she likes to dip in alfredo sauce and I can get her to laugh by wiggling it by my lips like it's a cigar, and I'm Groucho Marx, and then it goes past the turn for the little news stand next to the Russell Square station, which is on the Blue line. Or you can go the other way, up the street, and it will take you to Euston, the huge station, where you can grab the brown line, which takes you right to Charing Cross which I use to go to see Parliament, and I love to sit in on PM's Question Hour and watch all of the MPs yell at each other in the name of the Crown, but what I love best of all is to sit outside of Parliament and watch Big Ben, waiting for the chimes to strike, and I'll sit out and wait for a whole half-hour, because something that beautiful, the way those bells ring through all the city if you just listen, it just begs you to bear witness, and not just once, because beauty should never be a one time thing, just as joy should be everlasting, like ripples in an ocean, that eventually evaporate, but not until it has shook its way through every atom and changing it with the experience of being so utterly perfect, if only for a moment.
I love being home.
( Private to Melanie and Neville )
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