Three thoughts

• If my feeling attachment love affection for this city were audible, it would sound like "Nimrod" from Elgar's Enigma Variations.

• It's the first of June, and I've had a passage from Mrs. Dalloway stuck in my head all day. 

"Such fools we are, she though, crossing Victoria Street. For Heaven only knows why one loves it so, how one sees it so, making it up building it round one, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh; but the veriest frumps, the most dejected of miseries sitting on doorsteps (drink their downfall) do the same; can't be dealt with, she felt positive, by Acts of Parliament for that very reason: they love life. In people's eyes, in the swing, tramp, and trudge; in the bellow and the uproar; the carriages, motor cars, omnibuses, vans, sandwich men shuffling and swinging; brass bands; barrel organs; in the triumph and the jingle and the strange high singing of some aeroplane overhead was what she loved; life; London; this moment of June." 

- Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (page 2)

• I have never been this unmotivated to pack before. As evidenced by the fact that I am blogging, instead of packing and/or sleeping. 

The Great Packing Failure of June 2012

~L