I read Huxley's Brave New World whilst perched on a balcony ledge in college, overlooking four beige floors of uniform corridors with sporadic lego people walking up and down. They were all wearing the standard uniform of blue jeans. Only dimly aware of the rhythm of the exploding raindrops, for the crisp cadence of Huxley's words rang too loudly in my head. Such gloomy turn of phrases, they were, and yet, there was this sense of tranquility embodied within which I've not felt for a while. It's the sensation of cold amidst the muted sunshine, I'm telling you. I can't stop smiling.
Here's to more miserable, or Londonesque, weather!
I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.