Covent Garden... of Eden?

Well it's almost Feb 5- yikes. I don't really believe in conspiracy dreams though, they make me a little jumpy but not obsessive.

Robert Frost on the subject:

Some say the world will end in fire

some say in ice

from what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice

I think I know enough of hate

to say that for destruction ice

is also great, and would suffice.

Today I went to Covent Garden with my friend Lily- she grew up in London and showed me all these really cool shops, like one place where they old sold socks and leggings, and they had all these really cool knit stockings in bright bright colors and there were also these weird lace lingerie thong socks- it was a little kinky!

She also told me that the church in Covent Garden (which was originally an estate belonging to a dude) was built to make the man appear to be religious- but he actually chose the cheapest possible design for the building.

Later on I was reading these poems and one of them was Elizabeth Barrett Browning, it was a poem of praise, and the end of each stanza was the line "He giveth his beloved- sleep" and she was not talking about rest or napping, she was talking about death. To her, the greatest gift the God bestows is the final rest. Most people don't even want to think about death it so disturbs them, she was writing poetry in thankfulness. It's a beautiful poem.

I don't know why this is coming across as such a dark entry, I've had such a good day. Maybe it's just because I haven't witnessed any sunlight in over a week.