Sometimes, when I'm really busy and running aorund town and trying to get everything into my day, I think to myself, I know. I'll go stand outside Riba on Great Portland Street and move slowly, as if through frozen cotton wool, but with grace, style and closed eyes. Maybe if I do that, I'll feel calmer. And the traffic'll slow down. Maybe.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
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