(Rain.) The Social. (Walk. Talk.) Camden Eye. Why couldn’t a title start with a bracket, she thought.

Yesterday I went out in Soho and Camden with my buddies from College. Here are some photos. I won’t write much, because I’m in that state of mind where I don’t have the right words, or any words. I can’t even read words. I can’t seem to be able to pay attention to any book I pick up; the only thing I’ve been able to read recently was “The Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers”, which is deliberately written in such terrible English that I could read it cover-to-cover in just three before-bedtime reading sessions. Let’s hope my mental capabilities return soon, so I can enjoy other people’s beautiful words again and hopefully also write them.

It rained while I waited for the Tube. The whole day was a series of rain-sun-rain episodes.

We started off at “The Social” in Little Portland Street. It was way too early in the day and there was nobody there but, my God, it’s such a cool bar. I can’t quite describe it, so I really should have taken photos, but it was so quiet I didn’t want to take my camera out, because it would have turned the atmosphere from "Just Me and You and This Cool Record Collection” to “Overrun and Raped by Tourists”. They have an exhibition of black-and-white street photography by Garson Byer going on right now, which is called “In a Lonely Place”. (How fitting that the place was empty and silent.) They played jazzy, bluesy music in the background and I sipped from my bottle of Sol while playing with the paper coasters. Discovery of the evening: the waiter at the Social is super cute, and I think I overheard him speaking Czech. I may need to come back to investigate further.

And then we walked around Soho.

I experimented with taking blurry photos. Life isn’t always in sharp focus, so why portrait it that way?

Michael Jackson is not dead.

The Camden Eye is a pub just next to Camden Town Tube station. Their “Kissing Room” upstairs is a great place to sit with your friends and chat for hours and hours … while the downstairs is crowded and loud and people are coming and going almost like it’s an extension of the Tube station.

Well, wouldn’t that be wonderful. None of the complications of romance and mind games and jealousy and … never mind.