this is the café tortoni in buenos aires. i sat here at the table where jorge luis borges sat. (yes. like he always sat at the same table. right.) i tried to think erudite and mysterious labyrinthine thoughts. i ate a delicious cheese and ham omelette. i waited for inspiration… and i waited … and i waited … and decided to take tango lessons on my return to london. so far neither the tango lessons, nor the inspiration has materialised.

perhaps it’s too late for either.