There is a well down there.

Once upon a time people must have used that well. However, when I discovered it those times were long gone and the well stood there alone, in the middle of the verdant growth, covered by ivy and weeds. It was one of those old stone wells. I am not sure why it was there. I thought it was beautiful. There is something fascinating about things that stop being what they were created for and start being something else. A symbol, perhaps, or just the obvious proof that things are not always what they look.

I wonder whether immortality is nothing else than stopping being what we originally were meant to be, and becoming something that transcends that first purpose. For some reason that place became special to me. When things got too much or too crazy I would go for a walk through the forest, and either by design of some strange spell I would end up there.

In London we are surrounded by things that stopped being themselves and in that transformation they became immortal. The Tower of London, for instance, is not a fortress any longer - however it is a timeless symbol of the power and the history of this city. The same thing can be said about other sites (or just details) of London. Sometimes even people stop being just people and whether in life or death they become the symbol for freedom, love, or whatever else.