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I saw a dude throw his cigarette directly into the storm water drain. On purpose. It's the type of thing that makes me want to say something, but I always settle on a glare.
Yesterday, I suggested we pretend this crisp temperature change be Spring like, instead of Autumnal. Today, it's Autumnal feat. Melancholy
In the Tate Modern with Kirsty, to see the Pop Life exhibition upstairs.
Camden Stables Market