"The mind is a city like London,
Smoky and populous: it is a capital
Like Rome, ruined and eternal,
Marked by the monuments which no one
Now remembers. For the mind, like Rome, contains,
Catacombs, aqueducts, amphitheatres, palaces,
Churches and equestrian statues, fallen, broken or soiled.
The mind possesses and is possessed by all the ruins
Of every hanted, hunted generation's celebration..."
Delmore Schwartz (1913-66)
My love and hate relationship with London continues. Currently I am afraid of my new prospect of being an intern at the National Maritime Museum. This will no doubt be awesome but I'm a little aprehensive as it comes right after the moot.
But I will be working in an area of London steeped in history which is what I have wanted for some time now. I don't want to jinx things but I am hoping this will be the stepping stone to something bigger and onwards.
A while ago people placed their faith in me to 'make it' and I don't want to let them down. Even though I don't know what 'making it' means...
