There is really just this. One chooses the way he lives. Then he takes the scars that must be taken.

There are too many beautiful people in here. It seems impossible, but there it is. I wonder how long this sensation will last?

We find people lovely, I think, because they grow more intriguing the more we know about them. A person whose gaps can be covered easily, or who has no gaps at all - this is a rather poor image, unfortunately - can be great. Like daylight they may walk around us, and we may like them for what we know of them. But then somewhere there are people who are black holes.

The farther one is into one, the less possible escape is.

So that's affection, I guess, or a form of love. In any case it is the sort I would believe in. Which does not bode well for me...

More walking around London - Covent Garden, Leicester Square, Piccadilly Circus, St James' Park, the inevitably huge gaps left when the previous visit to London lasted only three days. Thankfully the city is surprisingly walkable. Perhaps it is a holdover from the days before ubiquitous cars, as most of the architecture is?

Nothing bought at Covent Garden for me; my dad managed to get a beautiful-smelling leather belt. Well everything smells beautifully of leather in a leather shop. Meanwhile a string quartet has been playing pieces in one of the market hall basements; I don't know how many I missed, but they were already halfway through Air for a G String when we discovered them. Perhaps they're regulars; and all the better for that!

It being Saturday the whole of central London is filled with people, though a rather different people from the weekdays. In Singapore there is little difference in speed and purposefulness that people exhibit outdoors, whether on weekdays or weekends; but here and now everyone is simply exploring, and slowly, so the crowd is slow even though it is not as packed as back home. Alternatively I could be looking at a whole load of tourists, who are everywhere slow and exploratory as I am now. Chinatown is severely slanted towards the Hong Kong portion of China, as is to be expected; I don't know if there is anything for me there, not because I hold the food in contempt - it's HKers making HK food - but it's not quite the food I will/might miss. Still, a ready supply of roast duck - bliss!