I can’t get tired of this vision, nor of the dialogue I imagine at arrival.
I have been away too much, it was enough for me to reach Saint Pancras to understand how much I have missed England since 2014.
My heart has remained enclosed in the memory of clothes the couple of Paul Day was covered in (January? February?) 2014, to celebrate I don’t remember which event.
Clothes were removed, but fragments of my heart remained there, forever glued to the statue, so my very first pictures of England were for them.
