Self involved throwback to Richmond Park near London, May 2010. Still mindboggling to think that this very different part of my life, when I often cycled round the park, is only 8 years ago. So much has happened since, it feels like it could be 20. .
The one thing that’s a constant in and around East London is the planes in the sky.
Like paper planes, being flown on a count.
Every time I look at the sky—through the window, while heading to the train station, while on a run, I see a plan or a couple planes. Either landing or high up there, like a bird.
I hate flying and yet, it gives me a sense of belonging and a sense of longing—to travel.