navy brown

A few days ago, while running near Cherryhill Mall, I saw: an empty bag of Beef Jerky and a used syringe sitting side-by-side on the sidewalk.

Last night, while walking near-ish to Jim Bobs, I noticed: one orphaned shoe (slutty metallic sandal!) lying next to an empty Bacardi Breezer bottle (strawberry?)

Last week, walking past the train tracks on a sunny afternoon, I found: the homeless man in the red jacket. (I had not seen him in over a year, and was worried that perhaps my favourite Richmond Row vagrant had died. In reality, all he did was get a new jacket [navy blue rather than dirty red]).

London sure has strange ways of saying goodbye.