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October 12, 2002
When I arrived in London, I was told that the desk from which I would be working had a “great view”. “Look, there’s St. Paul’s Cathedral,” said Phil. So my heart sank when I looked out onto rooftops. And a sky reminiscent of Cape Town’s “big-clouded winters”. And this is spring.

Out on the street the gloom seems to spill up from the Underground, where everyone is pushing and shoving their way to Who-knows-where.com. I feel like I’m in Brazil. The Terry Gilliam version.

But mostly it’s my auditory landscape that’s bereft. There’s no bird song.

[Exercise in describing landscape]