Burying Proust

I have decided that it's time to tie up these Proustian ramblings with a red ribbon and leave them be for now. I have recently moved from London to Brussels, so I figure that alongside a new city and a new life, it would only be fitting to begin a new blog, too. Of course wherever and whatever I write, the spiralling sentences of Sir Proust will never fade in their influence, and of course wherever and whatever I end up, I will always remember this little corner of the internet I shrieked and sighed and soliloquised into for three years.

Yours with madeleines and bedspreads,

Sarah