All there is to life is travelling and preparing to travel. London is just a waiting room
September 28, 2016 § Leave a comment
All there is to life is travelling, and preparing to travel. London is just a waiting room. It is dead for me now otherwise; it is of value only as a waiting room. There is nowhere for me to go in this city anymore. Even the ——– is so miserable. Yet I was miserable in Munich’s Atlantic City and Sexyland, miserable in every place I went in Frankfurt, and miserable in Brussels Empire. The greatest pleasures were the meals I had in Munich Rechthaler Hof and Brussels Grill.