The notebook
Short entries on travel, London, history, music, photography and the details that stay behind.
There are corners of London where the city briefly forgets to hurry. I stepped inside for the photograph, but stayed for the silence: old stone, dim light and centuries of lives passing the same doorway.
A power cut changes the sound of a street. Televisions disappear. Conversations travel further. Somewhere below the balcony, a voice carried a song old enough to remember a different Havana.
Most mornings begin with the same roads, the same gates and the same view across South London. Repetition can make the imagination restless. A Long Way From Dulwich began in that distance between where I was walking and where I was thinking about going next.
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