TOFU

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AND THEN I’M LIKE:

If there’s one thing that is consistent about London, it’ll be the chaotically inconsistent weather of the British isles. This is indeed, ’ the empire on which the sun never sets ’ for the sun never rises. Nevertheless, even the miserable souls of the British isles, forever condemned with one of the most infamous meteorological disaster under heaven, are not devoid of their redemption. The vast colonies in the exotic tropics might be long gone , but since then we have discovered budget airlines and a place called Spain, woohoo. 
London Town, a place bestowed upon with the best humanity could offer, (few of which are British, London Underground being one of the rare exceptions) even in its gloomiest state, has a place for all. My life is no short of hearing anger and discontent towards London, yet despite its ample transport infrastructures, ideal for a refugee outflow, plenty of rail tracks and bridges for suicidal souls, London has not perished. Quite the contrary, it has offered sanctuaries for all, post-colonials , racists, Marxists, capitalists, the rich, the poor. For someone with a London-centric sense of existence, chaos is certainly the natural states of the universe. Indisputably, London, being heaven’s most generous gift to humanity, accommodates all, existential vacuum, poverty and extravagance  alike. In this enclave of some eight million souls, of both asylum seekers and Russian tycoons, everyone was offered a place. It is indeed chaotic, but nonetheless pluralistic and tolerant, that even those who doesn’t want to be here find it hard to leave.

It is impossible to register how many complaints we have lodged against the London weather lately, yes, it is shit, miserable, gloomy or to put it nicely: melancholic ,disconsolate or doleful. To make sure that I can enjoy the suicidal pissdrop to its fullest  the sadistic bus driver decided to terminate the bus in a soulless territory: the city. Can you recall the time you wasted tirelessly defending London weather, mate , its not that bad. That’s one more reason for time traveling, go back in time and tell yourself shut the f up.  I get it, rainy nights can be beautiful, you can engage in abstruse philosophisation whilst watching the beautiful diffraction of taillights and street lights through the raindrops on your window, light up a cigaret on your balcony and immerse yourself in the sound of raindrops ( shut it you homophobics). OR, there’s you, all soaked and your lack of creativity determines that your only mode of transport home is to walk. It is exhausting enough being alive, on top of that we have to take care of our body and soul, drag them to an empty house and put them to sleep, at the same time. What I do makes little sense, my mood depends solely on the weather, yet Ive spent the past 4 years chasing rains and winter, the person I chose to love, the food I chose to eat, that jumper I putted on this morning, all of which remains inexplicable thus far. However, they were indeed my choices, choices which I have no choice but to accept. It’s so easy to go all Lana de ray, my fridge is full of dead corpses of other lifeforms whilst lust and hunger deprave me of my soul and leave me with an empty shell. yet the solution is astonishingly simple: lying on a sunny beaches. Again, it makes little sense sitting here fabricating a fraudulent existential crisis, but  sorry London you leave me no choice.  

kuvva:

In a crazy dimension where everyone would look like bodybuilding fanatics, this is how it more or less would look like. Belgian photographer Kurt Stallaert succeeded in creating a realistic series of manipulated photographs envisioning a world of super-human children in an ordinary day-to-day setting. This blend somehow creates an intriguing sense of surreal curiosity that makes you look want to look twice before going to the next picture. 

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