Primrose Hill, London
I’m not perfect.
No one is, as a matter of fact. Sometimes, I find it hard to come back to myself and sometimes – I have no recollection of what happened yesterday. Like today, for example.
I woke up from another life, having no idea whatsoever about where I’ve been or what have I been doing yesterday. I was probably trying to escape Timberlake’s river but whatever I did, it was still there; so I let it all out. I let it out on the tube, and afterwards stepping outside into an early evening, in the quietness of the City. I let it out on the street and then alongside Thames, listening to buskers, I let it out as the sun set on Southbank. I let it out on the way back home and brought it back into the room. I took it in bed with me and let it out while falling asleep.
I feel now as if it never happened.
I feel like it was all a joke. It was a joke, right? That didn’t happen and it will never happen.
But then I checked my camera and apparently, in my unconscious state of justin timberlake I took a lot of pictures.