My twisted suffocating love for this twisted suffocating city goes deep, you know. It only takes a sunny Sunday at Brick lane to get me hooked again. Every year, the same story…Guess I’ll have to starve- or something much much worse- before I can leave this place.

Why do I always have to crave what brings me down?
Or do I see it all as a challenge I must go through just to prove I am strong enough? Whatever. No more analysing today.

At risk of sounding morbid, I’d add death to the equation.
That’s the only way to cure loneliness once and for all; the rest is simply a distraction. Of course, we might as well learn to live with it.

(Ok, I cheated. Death is the ultimate cure for most human
needs. But couldn't we go on pretending that I have the
answers to everything?)

Ah, the unresolved mysteries of life: is chocolate a substitute for love, or love a substitute for chocolate?