Litany of Lasts, Seven Days

This is one of my favorite spots, especially at this time of night. Traffic has calmed and so has the water, and the only people in sight are homeless, inebriated, or some combination of the two.

From this angle, the Eye's spokes become invisible. And with enough concentration it's possible to convince yourself that this massive, pod-studded wheel is not suspended by the giant compass right in its center, but is instead inexplicably defying gravity.

The Eye

I officially have less than a week left in London, so it's officially time to start the 'Litany of Lasts.' Along with finding some time to get a few thousand words on paper, I'll be giving my Oyster a workout this week.
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