7/20/2001

(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.