Tuesday, January 05, 2016

Everything in London seemed extremely expensive—the cab from the train station, the rides at the carnival, the pub food. As though the pound and the dollar were the same. I wondered whether the city was now unlivable, out of reach, corrupted by Russian money, whatever. I decided I couldn’t tell. The answer was there before my eyes but all I could see were people going about their lives, more or less content. Institutions at work, road signs flashing and pointing, advertisements everywhere. A city. There were many tourists I suppose, but I couldn’t tell them from the locals. The city doesn’t care what we see in it, or don’t. Which means we can see whatever we like.