It’s a jigsaw an impossible jigsaw of irregular shapes, no corners and no box. A spectrum of letters and codes, numbers that don’t add up - in any direction, no apparent design and no consistency, a ring and a circle offering a little diversion and a blue-brown vein from top left to far right meandering unhelpfully.
It’s a jigsaw. Ten million pieces and every - fragment - fits.
London 2
I was born in South London. No. South-East London. I have lived in North-West London, in South-West London and in West London. East London is a place of work.
These are miles apart.
Codes and customs disconnected by a river (which was here first) and by motorways (that came much later).