...so i'm london now and i just got back from going out in soho.


the story started when my friend and i walked into a book store and, on the way in, noticed what looked like a woman shooting up.
once we left the bookstore she was gone but we ran into her shortly after outside of a cafe screaming at this guy, after he told her to shut up, for a napkin.
we kept walking but i couldn't get the idea of how easy it is to turn a blind eye to things like that - even though i always do that, like most (ignorance is bliss, right?).
anyways, my friend and i came walking back to where this woman was just an hour earlier to find her sitting across from the cafe digging her keys into multiple open sores on her legs.
i couldn't just stand there so i grabbed some napkins and gave some to her...she told me she wanted to die.

we gave her some pounds because she said she wanted to go to a hostel...i wanted to walk to the hostel with her but she rathered we go for a walk to no particular location instead.

after lifting her up and walking for a couple of minutes, she saw two guys at the corner. so she turned on to another street, and we followed her in order to avoid them -- one of the guys followed us so she fled.

i don't want to judge or think or comprehend.

i'm a zombie of the times.