Day 1: Evolutionary Theory

6 AM, 37000 feet above London, England: The clouds are being blown on like hot coffee, waves of foam, snakes underneath a carpet.

6:15 AM, 32000 feet above London, slowing down to around 352 mph: this flight attendant, blonde, 5'6" maybe, is giving eyes to the gentleman in front of her drop seat. He's probably 32, and has a full head of hair and a rare face. In fact, he might have had too much hair. It might have been a total rug. She gave him eyes for the final thirty minutes of the flight. He absolutely ate it up, and walked off the plane with springs in both feet.

7:00 AM, London Airport: in line behind rude new york. 12 of them. talking over everyone. making too many jokes. i did hear one interesting thing from them: a friend's boat was hit by a meteorite. it burned right through the awning and the floor in front of the helm. Scientists from somewhere...MIT i think I heard...came to take it away. I was in line behind them for nearly an hour. I offered four people pieces of gum, all of whom refused. I talked to no one besides that. I probably slept while walking.

10 PM, Oxford, Juxon St: Dan and I are walking to find a fair we were told about. We were told "100 years...small...really a pain in the ass, actually...but you might find it interesting." It was a dream of colors and lights and high school aged sexual tension. Dan and I chose one ride, a two car ferris wheel of sorts, with spinning cars. It was the first time I'd ridden a ride like that in ages. Lots of fun...though 6 pounds is a bit steep. The kids everywhere were all sharing cokes. Cokes! Ha...how weird. We almost got lost, and ten minutes after we left the fair in the wrong direction and doubled back, it was sprinkling and everyone, literally everyone was gone. We walked between closed up booths and marvelled at british speed...upside-down cockroaches.

The british always look lovely. They don't struggle with color as much as we do in the states. So far, I am both impressed and put-off by it. I wish that I did not struggle with color, but I am in love with brown and with black. I am a moth.