Good old London town.

After another hideous attack last night, I thought London would be different when I came down today. It has been a while since I last was here.
But no. It was vibrant and rich, at least near Kings Cross. There were so many interesting people (this man in his expensive suit was feeding the pigeons Pringles) and beautiful weirdness everywhere.
Maybe that's why I felt so at home. I make sense here. Perhaps it's because I've been through a lot of changes, maybe it's because I miss the life and chaos, fuck it, maybe it's because I'm a Londoner but today, I want to come home.