Fluky: "This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore." Thoreau

No matter where you are in the world, no matter what paradise or ideal location, the funk can grab you. I'm not talking about the groovy funk, I'm talking about the daunting funk. Because, no matter where you are physically, psychologically you are always within yourself, and that mental environment can be anything and can change rapidly. I found myself going in and out of this funk for a few days, and then magically out of nowhere, it disappeared with the help of the least likely candidate. I was walking through Hyde Park one day after work, just wandering to nowhere in particular when suddenly I saw a green streak dart to the branch of a nearby tree. I then realized that I had just seen the relative of my worst enemy, Hamlet. The sighting of this wretched bird surprisingly filled my being with joy and brought a very large smile to my face. I sat under this tree and discovered a whole flock of them living in the area. I watched them swim from tree to tree singing, eating and playing. It made me so very happy.

Just look at him.

I think Hamlet would be happy here right Ma? Maybe you should ship him to me and I'll let him go free?

And here's the devil.

Oh Hamletttuce-n-cheese.

I've also moved into a much nicer flat that is roach free, has a private bathroom, and is equipped with utensils and bowls so I don't have to eat my noodles with melted plastic forks and my cereal in a real bowl, instead of out of my small tea cup. Awesome.

Also, I have visited the Houses of Parlament, Trafalgur Square, Oxfort Street, Soho, Marble Arch, had a trip on the London Eye, AND went to the The Natural History Museum.
The Natural History Museum.

OH MAN.
Oh man on man.
SO GOOD.

Except, at the same time it was terrifying and depressing. Far too many taxidermies. I just couldn't enjoy the mammals and birds as much as I wanted to. I kept looking into their lonely dark eyes and hearing them say things like "I'm so lonely …so cold….here in this glass box." It was like their souls were trapped and they were stuck being gawked at by snotty nosed tourists day after day. Hhhh and I was one of them. Then to top it off, some of them had obvious face paint. So they were like these trapped sad caked up animal clowns.

Ah but what a gorgeous building.

See what I mean?

Sigh. Anyway. It was still great great great. I learned that some male spiders will present their female counterparts with a silken wrapped dinner, and while she's munching through the silk to enjoy her feast, he jumps on her and injects her with all his little spider sperm. Tricky bastards. And then, sometimes he plays her for an even worse fool and instead of actually wrapping up a tasty dinner, he wraps up a dried corpse…so she doesn't even get grub out of the deal. What a butt hole.

London Eye