London Is Writing This

London is.

London is playing with Lego in a nightclub, painted faces glowing in the UV lights, jenga and connect four amongst tha dance. London is celebrating 10 years of freedom and creativity.

London is being stood up by a girl, waiting in a party, dressed as a spaceman, feeling alone. London is enjoying a second night surrounded by UV and space aliens, these ones touchable.

London is waiting for the night bus home alone and being asked for directions. London is meeting a pretty French girl and getting her number. London is cheering up considerably.

London is walking past scaffolding. London is seeing 'Don't Catch Aids' graffitied in an alcove. London is seeing a couple in the alcove, by a homeless man. London is retracing steps to a bus stop. London is overhearing "yes, by walkabout". London is seeing dead eyes staring from a box. London is seeing the arrow from graffiti to box.

London is dying alone. London is being a body. London is being a human. London is being a story.