Repeated streets, long summer light, and a black dress that asks for almost nothing.
For a period, Alicia returned to the same London neighbourhood again and again. Its connection to Melbourne made the city feel familiar; travelling there began to resemble coming home. Jet lag produced early photographs, while long summer evenings stretched conversations with old classmates into the night.
One morning she ran ten quiet kilometres through Hyde Park and made a promise to protect her future energy. Another day required only a black dress and flat shoes—nothing complicated, nothing anonymous. London, one of her favourite places, offered both history and ease: a city she could revisit without repeating herself.
Familiar enough to return. Alive enough to see again.
