fuck

ok so faithful readers might remember a post i wrote about london when i was leaving it for delhi and wasn't sure if i was coming back. and another i wrote when i knew i would come back in two weeks but still felt loathe to leave it. absolute top quality gush about edifices and cookies and this being love. right, so now i feel this way about delhi. or india, or this trip or something. and fuck i can't see anything in my immediate future clearly because my 'love' for everything i've had and done on this trip is blinding me and dancing sensuously before my eyes and enveloping me in warm goodness.

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what will i see when i come back next? and fuck why do people go away from this

london strikes in 24 hours.