Anonymity can be lonely.

Not only lonely, but also exhausting. Mustering the energy to traipse into a city full of gems to discover and experience is satisfying and worthwhile, but so tiring. One can't help but wish they had someone with them, if only to exchange knowing glances of the emotional spectrum.

Haunting the National Portrait Gallery today, I had the pleasure of experiencing "The Beatles to Bowie 1960s" exhibit. It was fascinating to see the young faces of so many budding rock stars, their images beautifully and creatively rendered. I am smitten.

Time to not mope. I'm in London, after all.

Running up escalators is less romantic than you might think.

I pride myself on my attention to detail. I should perhaps expend less effort in pride, and more in detail, considering the last 5 minutes at the airport on Saturday. Hearing that my plane was about to leave while I was separated by a train ride and a series of Everestesque escalators provokes a strange reaction. Namely, racing pulse, shaking hands, and fleeting, half-formed attempts at "If I miss this flight, how will I go about getting to London?" I did feel like a runner in a race being encouraged by bystanders as British Air employees urged me on to the gate as I awkwardly sprinted by. Twenty, fifteen seconds later and I am certain I would have been denied entrance. It felt like the scene of some cliche romantic comedy in which the heroine, embarking on her trip to EUROPE, begins what is certain to be a string of misadventures with one at the airport.

The goodbye was worth it, though.

An issue of volume

If my heart was a glass with water in it, the water would by sloshing over the top and spilling onto the floor.

Charlie the Eraser

Once upon a time there was an eraser named Charlie.

Charlie had a lot to learn about being an eraser. He was newly popped out of his eraser package and dropped into a cacophony of office people.

Chuck quickly became friends with Dot the blue Bic pen. Dot was a little older than Charlie, and was able to show him the ropes around the sometimes convoluted, cliquey society of the desk world.

She liked Charlie, and vice versa, because they could coexist without fear of impacting the other. Charlie couldn't erase Dot. They were each other's "safe zone".

Anyway.

One day Charlie was abruptly taken to be used by one of the office giants. Dot grieved. Charlie, in his angst, sprouted little eraser legs to make his way back to his blue love. These legs carried him across the office back to the desk of his homeland.

He climbed the desk leg, hauled himself over the edge, and tumbled at Dot's feet.
Dot threw her cap off, and wrote all over Charlie "I love you, mutant eraser".

It was love.

The end.