Ellethesub

I'm currently not at liberty to meet with anyone. Please do not be offended if I don't reply.

Perhaps it's the cold weather making me a little somber but I catch myself alone more often than usual lately. With the nights setting in so early, I feel there's a certain kind of peace to be had walking amongst strangers. I turn right into Soho when I should head to the tube station. Saunter around the alleyways and become dazzled by bright lights. I imagine there's a bokeh, dreamlike quality to the whole ordeal when really, it's just the end of another day. 

What is it about the seediness, the gaudy boldness of Soho that makes me think there is deviant adventure to be had in every dark corner of every little alley? Makes my breath catch the crisp enveloping still evening and carries me away to some other place?