“It’s funny, you live in the universe, but you never get to do these things until someone comes to visit.“ sez Dr. Zoidberg in Futurama‘s “I Dated a Robot” episode (S03E01) when Fry suggest to go see the Edge of the Universe.
I didn’t visit the edge of the Universe this bygone week, no at least not that I’m aware of, but Zoidberg’s bonmot rings true on a – pardon – more universal level and thus equally applies to London. Where, thanks to a friend from way back visiting, I got to see places and things (& the inevitable people that go with them) that I hadn’t visited in years. Or never even been to at all. So it goes. That visit from my friend, btw., shall serve as excuse for this being another one of those bi-weekly rather than weekly posts. I got started early enough, but the distractions of old acquaintances not forgot, all crammed into the tiny spaces of a London flat, as well as the streets of – and tunnels under the city – and some of it’s meadows green proved too much distraction and provided not enough contemplative alone time for the ponderings that bring forth these wild-waters & sometimes (read: more often) puddles, which we call stream of consciousness, that end up filling the hypertext pages of this here blog. Back to those waters: