I've been looking for a place to write, an outlet for posting energy. That energy has been frustrated since leaving instagram six years ago, mostly sublimated into incessant texting. H suggested I start a blog after I found niche fame on a London bike forum recently and someone recognised the bicycle I was riding and had been posting about on London Bridge. Sunday was quiet, a bus driver had just tried to run me off the road, a cabbie minutes earlier shouted something indecipherable at me while blocking my path at the lights. It was pleasurable to be recognized for something I had made, rather than as a problem, as someone who needed to be told what a problem she was being. I wonder if I can find a better way to work with writing here. Unstick the knots so present when I sit down to begin something I designate important.
Yesterday I cycled to the north circular where the road cuts through Epping Forest, it had such a particular smell.
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