

Day 5
Today was supposed to be bland. Seminar, walk, read, eat. I had dutifully colored in the hours the night prior and could envision myself,...


Day 4
I went to Br ixton today. This was not my original plan. Dining on coffee, and a table splayed with school books, I opened the selected...


Day 3
I fell asleep to the lullaby of laughter, clinking glasses, and indistinct voices – fringed in that British accent that still feels so...


Day 2
The city overwhelms. My teacher compares city life to a short story; Fragmented, fleeting, fitful weather, a thousand faces fading from...


Day 1
I experienced waking up to rain in London for the first time. The glass ceiling under which I sat, preparing for my seminar, leaked. A...