The sun, the clouds.

So here I am back in London. This place is insane. Why do people choose to live like this? I used to find it quite fun, but now all I see is very tired, unwell, unhappy people. I see beings struggling with their physical existence, and mortifying their poor bodies. I see so much ignorance, mostly as anger. People arguing on mobile phones, people shouting at children, people in a hurry to be somewhere else. As if the present moment does not hold enough wonder for them.
It is always a shock to come back from retreat. I have dropped my armour and am at the mercy of these furious people. Well I am clear that I do not want to carry that armour any longer. I am leaving London.
Sometimes this vision of metropolitan madness inspires compassion, or love. Mostly it just says get the hell out of Hackney.