07.18.2013 - 07.18.2013
The sun appeared again today, and I felt a little less as though I had been exiled in forgotten lands. Warmth returned; it's July once more.
In character, the United Kingdom reminds me much of America. The people here seem more sincere, more uncouth than their sophisticated continental European counterparts. The image of a pudgy, pasty middle-aged woman leading a lonely, melancholy life as a grocery store attendant seems possible here as well. You can picture her in a Morrison's car park on a grey day--her plastic grocery bag splits open as she lifts it into her boot, Rice-a-roni everywhere. A teenage punk walks by and kicks a box across the asphalt, laughing derisively. You get the sense in these two countries that many people have gotten left behind, and the shiny powers that be don't give a damn because here is where capitalism was invented and there where it was perfected.
Still, the scene was imagined. Mostly everyone has been chatty; calls of "cheers" and "hiya" abound. By the same token, feathers seem to ruffle easily. Small, seemingly innocent offenses provoke such bitter rebukes your ears burn for shame. A place of warmth and heat. The feeling of standing on unsteady ground. Well, that's Scotland. In England I suspect it may be different.