Thursday September 1: 11:00 pm
London

Sleep an hour half on the basement floor, wake to packed bags and a late night party alley. Up İstiklal Avenue to Taksim Square, buy tickets to the airport. Sleep some more by the ticket stalls, the international seats a welcome home mat.

Slump down into any seat on the aircraft. Find the tube and transfer at Notting Hill, Hugh Grant references noted. Out to Sheppard’s Bush and the first English speaking cab ride of the calendar.

Find a pretty lady on a patio behind a tiny hostel. Unpack and to the park, back on the tube to a terribly crowded Soho. South past hummers and luxury haircuts, heels, botox, and lipgloss.

Down into the gaybourhood; tight t-shirt spilling onto streets and bringing with them breath of nineties pop albums. Right into Chinatown and finally a theatre. Four beers, two tickets, the evening showing of Pulp Fiction.