Sunday.

It rained and after, the streets were wet and so I took a bus. The bus ride was slow but funnily it was also lovely. I enjoyed looking out onto the streets with my earphones plugged in. At the traffic junction, the 40 year old driver of a truck which stops next to the bus is playing imaginary drums, tapping the steering wheel, to what tune I couldn't tell, and I am a little surprised since playing imaginary drums is something you hardly expect 40 year old truck drivers to do. The bus moves. Out of the window I see the fish in the fish tanks of a restaurant, like convicts on the death row and I begin to feel sorry for them. I flip open the newspaper and there is this miraculous story of a pair of chinese twins, adopted by different families in the United States finally being reunited 4 years later and I start to think perhaps the world ain't so bad after all.