FUC*! WE MADE IT THROUGH.

My personal record, a flip-book, from pre-covid to the present times: this is an ode to London.

Even through pain and loss, humans have a natural ability to reconnect, restart, rebuilt. Never they cease to be human.

The beauty of an ordinary crowd, touristic, consumeristic, marching at Oxford street, the excitement of late Soho’s nights from a Maserati seat, visions of Camden’s silent tattoos, daydreaming at a bus stop, rushing through giant Caravaggio’s heads at Trafalgar, the thrill of the unknown, the comfort of a partner: all these moments become an exhilarating tale of resilience, of humanity, of hope.

It felt like a Century.  But it was matter of milliseconds.

Fuck! We made it through.

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