Nostalgia is bitter
Hot. Black.
Like so much dark chocolate.
Comfortable, like old Aztec
Orgies on fresh white sheets
Under the blood orange
Spanish sun.
I smell fresh pasta, clean wood floors
Doors varnished to honey tones
Not quite Arcady, but almost home.
Belfast is beautiful in its... utter urbaneness. And actually, people are friendlier than in London.
There's postage coming on Egyptian happenings, you'll have to be a little patient, as I've not quite formulated a response beyond "whoo, down with the dictators!"
Also, Meryl Streep as Thatcher? Mind. Boggled.
