i’ve been listening to the clash and the cure and wubai.
they remind me of london times. of winter, of sitting in living rooms, of snow. with different people, at different times.
and reading through the blog archives of S, i feel guilty for having been such a bitch. and yet, where does one begin to apologize for disappearing without any explanations? [obviously this is going to need a lot more substantiation, but i will do that another time. in another post]
singapore makes me nostalgic. there are too many memories, good and bad, of past lives and past loves and old old times when nothing mattered. but it also makes me think a lot harder about the future.
london, at the moment, just seems like a parallel universe away.
