I care less than I could not

Oh how so little I care now! Far far away from my adopted hometown - but not entirely not "at home".....tired tired tired of the ramblings exhibiting grossly insufficient vocabularies...lacking any semblance of of elegance...inarticulation clogging up my senses slowly but surely. But it's all the past - no amount of semiphallic display of pride to assert nonexistent dimensions can make me look back and wish...the TATE is my candy shop - the little cute art-shop in Soho - the daily tube to college and back - the west end - names names and more names - but none so tiring as it used to be in early memoirs......
Slipping not altogether unpleasantly into a new niche - with gallons and gallons of deja vu.....and oh so much joy...so much comfort.....the blustery days and soap bubble truck across trafalgar square - what was the cheerful chap playing ? ...."my girl...my girl"....and the kids chased the rainbow-ed orbs through the busy street.........
dreams are closer than sleep.....I'm awake in my dream....
.......................btw - it's not really London that's lifting my mood! So rest ye all english skeptics...