Coming back home, from the bus I could see a sign that says: “Greenwich, where the time begins”. Time is an interesting concept. Where exactly starts?, how it passes? (or better to say, how we think it passes) is it ever going to end?

London is an interesting combination of new and old, and I still having the evidence in my hands I doubt that the time passes, there some things that never are going to be touched by time and there are some others that the time would change and recreate.

Lately, I have been aware of this… London's museums keep the prove that time passes, but having dear Dee here tells me that there are some things that time never is going to change.

London museums and galleries are simply endless, they could be really intimidating even scary, going with Dee to the Tate Modern I thought about a method for appreciate art. I decided not to see everything, what I would do is get in to the room and wait to be called by a piece, systematically see what is calling you and It works!!! Tired of trying to see everything and memorizing all the names and dates. I just gave up. I am going to see what is meant for me to see, What a relief!!! it is like connecting in a very deep level with what is meant for you to do and understand.

It is surrendering, it is connecting to the world, it is simply been here.