I’m leaving London tomorrow, perhaps for the last time, and I can’t say I’m sad. This isn’t my city any more.
I first thought my long absence was the source of my malaise. I’ve been feeling this niggling sense of unease, as though either I had changed or London had changed — as though we didn’t really know each other any more. I worked it out in the end. What’s wrong with London is what’s wrong with every major European city now.