I wonder what are they talking about

Surrounded by circumstances.

 That's always  life

and we realise it sometimes.

LONDON RUNS OUT OF SUN

One of the most exciting things in London could be the attitude. Today my friend and i were sat in a stone bench next to Soho, a very nice neighborhood here in London. There was a randomer sat alone looking to the sky. He asked us if we minded being on a photo he was going to take, and well… i would have said yes, but actually I replied no. He took it, we kept having lunch and, two seconds after, he told us well… you were not in the photo, we laugh, looked at each other and kept eating. As far as he returned to his original position like a chameleon changes its color, he firmly stood up and started again from the very beginning. As we finished our lunch… tried to went our way to the tube but the individual suddenly said; “well I pretended you both being in my photo but you are leaving”. After experiencing this weird and estrange situation, what should I think about attitude here? What do you make out of all this?

-         Randomers going happily to and fro 

Then, a woman on the bus asked me for my jumper “rebeca in Spanish”; “Where is it from? is it handmade?” she told me. “Maybe, it is from Pedro del Hierro” I told her. She frowned at me and I asked her “do u know that Spanish designer?”, then she replied “no but it is so nice”. I smiled at her and touched her arm with affection. She went. 

Actually, and as I wrote in one of my lasts post here, we pass most of our time on the tube. The tube is a source of inspiration, and my ex iphone was witness of it. Unluckily somedoby stole it and now i have a new witness, a pink one. Life is a countdown, and even if we think we are wasting time, we actually aren’t. Every face, every hair, every smile is beautiful here, I like them all, I love people here. Maybe I’m looking for something else I might not find but who knows, that guy who I saw on the train could be the man of my dreams. He must be out there.

When I got home I told my flatmates “ohhh today I was so excited in class because we’ve seen T. S. Eliot and The Waste Land” and one of them asked me “who? The guy you like?” I started laughing and told her “I wish he was but unfortunately he is not alive”. I wish one of these days I could love someone forever, but wishes cannot be predicted. 

So, -and as my friend was surprised, even scared, when she saw me eating oranges in the middle of Oxford Street,- I’m (probably) getting used to this kind of life. Maybe Beckett would have understood me doing it, as a natural romantic inspirational act, and it is very probable that he would have chosen me rather than Vladimir or Estragon. I think that the figure of a girl eating oranges in such a tourist and crowded place is much more attractive and postmodernist (even more absurd I dare to say) than the image of two men saying stupid things under a tree. 

Maybe no one understands me when reading this, maybe no one reads this, maybe lots of people will do it. The thing is sharing my views and points (always anxiously looking forward to answers never typed) with you all and fit our minds, the most important thing in life. So let's have a cappuccino and fit our minds.

Even if London runs out of sun, I’ll keep loving it. I’ve fallen in love with this pretty huge refuge.  

Marta.

PD: The word "Especially" in the picture is consciously written in a wrong way. The correct way is "specially". The addition of the "e" is something that I included in order to emphasize the meaning of the word. I wanted to make it awkward.

You inspired me

I’ve lost my fear of flying

I believe in you

I could believe in us

I may never come back to you in public

But never give up

If there is no hope

Then, I’ll come back to you.

And if you answer me

We are not strangers any more

I won’t imagine us in that virtual world

At least it was nice,

And you may realize

The force that the corruption of love has inside

Only when there is no more hope

Only when it is no longer alive  

Thoughts on life.

We pass most of our daily time sat in a little blue square going from one place to another inside the tube. Well...as i am new in all this stuff i'd say that it is either useless or a waste of time, but, in fact, it is not.
Since the very first moment we are alone surrounded by the crowd, we start thinking and thinking is a very fruitful action. It lets you know a new world, opening new paths which are meant to be different ways of escaping from reality, since what you think is fictional and does not become real until you make it real. So once you've reached the place, that fantastic place you are looking forward to, stand up and make it real.

The fact of acquiring different perspectives in life is such a pleasure. Moreover, Homer would say that it has a moral, and a purpose indeed. In spite of being this a structuralist point of view, let me show you the romantic one. And when i say romantic i do not mean "love" i mean 18th century thoughts. What would say Wordsworth or Coleridge about going inside the tube for more than half of your day? They would advice you to get rid of materials, machines and technology and go to hyde park, green places, breathe, walk walk walk, and be inspired by nature.

It is that nature what makes us being alive and feel the love. Once you experience the excess of love, now you start feeling, and living in society.

Love corrupts society and society corrupts us. Maybe it is not quite good taking for granted that Hobbian thought since if one is original by nature he does not necesarily follow the crowd. Unfortunately, the rules can be broken but not avoided and, as I always say, life is about moments of impact that define who definitely we are.

So as you maybe see, every single fact within reality, in spite of being fictional, can be seen from a wide range of perspectives. Live, love and act. Fictional things are real since they are created within the realm of reality.

Thanks for reading.

More is less.

As it comes from the virtual world of ideas,
you make it real.

There is your body and soul asking to be one single entity,
what they do not know is what they actually are,
two separate beings,
two virtual things,
as a social virtual platform,
because
at the end
they will end up being dust.

It does not matter what you do,
neither what you believe in,
nor where you come from.
Everything will be dust.

But that duality is real,
as a kiss from a rose,
as a flower that grows,
as a heart pounding.

Every single entity that exists by its own is real,
the problem is when two single entities become one,
when they pretend to be what they are not. 

Don´t ask,
Don´t think.
Please reflect.