changes & upheavals:
I got a ground floor flat in Highgate. located in an anonymous space somehow squeezed inside a row of shops.
on the other side of the road was a pavement leading to the tube station entrance.
a shared kitchen upstairs.
a shared bathroom upstairs.
I had a neighbour next door (and downstairs) who worked late in a record store and liked loud music. and upstairs a corrupt council manager and his unemployed poet girlfriend.
there was a busy restaurant next door. a partition wall the only barrier preventing me from feeling as if I was living and working in their kitchen.
I went to sleep with headphones attached to my Walkman every night. I was trying to drown out the noise and soothe myself to sleep.
I was living at the top of a hill leading all the way down to the Holloway Road.
“this was the closest I’d ever get to living in central London ”but even here, away from the intensity below, just achieving sanity was hard.
I’d never experienced this noise assualt before. the onslaught on my senses was constant and deeply felt.