My flight to London lands at 8 o’clock in the morning. I leave my bags at the hostel and walk around the rainy streets in a daze.
I watch people in suits pass me and teenagers smoke cigarettes. I wander to 3 to buy a sim then decide against it. I stroll to a park and sit down, staring at the brick buildings around me. I quickly realise I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. I tell myself that I’m just tired.