I was walking from Bond Street to Green Park station this afternoon. Saturday. The area was deadly quiet. Deserted. New asphalt was being put on the road near Berkeley Square. It was hot and it smelled hot. If I didn't see it being smeared there and then, I could have easily imagined it being a hot summer midday, and the smell being of the asphalt heated by the burning sun. And it would be the essence of the smell of summer in the city.
Sandals.
Ash clouds.
Sister Ray. 7 inch sold out. Why do I even want a 7 inch??
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