The rat race is just not me

Today, no words. Just pictures or shortened words about how everything in London is all about the rat race. From the cyclists trying to beat you on the road to the people cramming on the tubes. I don’t think it’s me. I don’t think I’m made terribly well for this place. I ride slow, I don’t take the tube, I’m not about the competition or shitting on people to get further. London is a massive place full of tons of people yet it can feel so lonely. So miserable. So often I find myself feeling lost, scared and broken in this crazy city but then at times I feel as if I could go on for ever forever finding new food and greenery to take photographs.

Do you know what, I’m about the slow country walks, the music blasting in my ears, the connecting with people’s souls and seeing them entirely. I’m about riding my bike just, but also racing down hills. I am learning to live in the moment. I get caught up in emotions and feelings, unsure of how to express them.

Sorry, today my mind is just rambling. I feel as though my thoughts aren’t connected to each other and I’m just typing. Typing until the words run out of my mind or until the jumledness stops. Today it’s a 24 hours in police custody and peppermint tea night to calm my brain before work again tomorrow.

Sorry if I don’t make sense, today I’m tired and feeling good although I must say I feel a little unsure of myself.