#literally ray

I borderline want my ashes to be scattered around a tree in Box Hill. I have nothing to do with the English people but I couldn’t have read the book that resonated with me to the point of wanting to rediscover my childhood memories, patterns without understanding the english language. I still remember my first english classes with my first english teacher in that dusty, wooden, painfully eastern european classroom where posters about the abc and sightseeing recommendations in London were hanged up on the wall. The checker board was still green and we wrote with chalk.