(10:45 pm GMT) i am tired, dehydrated, and sick of being a tourist. i am weary of being shoved around on buses and trains with sixty other people, getting herded into groups around a tour guide who points at things and yells facts. i am finished with going off in large groups, taking hours to decide what twelve people can agree on to do. i don’t want to stand in the rain under my broken umbrella, waiting for someone to come out of the bathroom, waiting for someone to buy postcards and mugs and five t-shirts for a pound.
i want to feel like i live here. i want to walk and listen and look and think for myself. i want you to email me (not you).
look, kids. big ben. parliament.