Driving in London is absolutely insane. I’ve only been here as a passenger but I truly admire people who manage to drive here every day without turning into complete neurotics. There’s no way I would be able to drive in these conditions.
London is the most high-energy city I’ve ever visited, and I’ve visited enough places for this statement to make sense. The degree of intellectual stimulation it offers is out of this world. (I couldn’t say the same for New York, Toronto, Madrid or Berlin, for instance. These are amazing cities that have an enormous lot to offer, but I don’t perceive them as an energy shot to the intellect. Their role is different.)
I believe the reason for the way the city stimulates the intellect is the speed and intensity in which the old, the new, the historic, the borrowed, the authentic, the colonial, the imperial, the postmodern, the medieval, etc assault one’s senses at every turn.
All of a sudden, I have discovered in myself an enormous curiosity towards new areas of interest, new hobbies, new research possibilities. It’s tiresome as hell but also very exciting.
I’m leaving London tomorrow, and it’s just as well, or my brain would explode.




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