Making friends at the climbing gym (name started with an S, I don’t remember the full first name). This kid had no toe on his right shoe, which he had inherited from his older brother (student life). We exchanged beta on the red V2 in the Castle loft. It was a lovely interaction, the kind that I feel like I initiate often (and which is often misinterpreted) and the world came back at me to say hello. I saw him walking to the tube afterwards while I biked furiously up the goddamn hill upon which sits the Mansion House tube station.