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It's not alright (baby's not coming back)
I have been away for a bit (500+ photos for the brave and bored among you, at NYC Flickr Photoset and Iceland Flickr Photoset).
When I came back I was told that a friend had died while I was away. I went through the week in a bit of a stupor, not quite believing that it could be true, always hoping that someone would call me and let me know that it was all a big misunderstanding and he is alright, really.
Every day a little something reminds me of him. The tube strikes earlier this week meant that I had to walk past his street. After the strikes, the normal route has me walking past his workplace, and I even noticed a picture of him in one of the ads printed on posters outside the establishment.
Every night I still expect to bump into him and stop for a quick chat on my way home and his way to work. The realisation that this is never going to happen again is very, very hard to come to terms with.