The rain this morning was a welcome respite from the heat and humidity that I had been used to, but which my short stint in winter Australia had made me alien to. I feel trapped on this peculiar bat shaped rice cooker island, a model of efficiency derived from obedience, where "HE knows best" ,of campaigns afters campaign which have thus far failed to persuade our people that our lifts are not toilets, where government sponsored graffiti on our mailboxes keeps up a pretense of creativity while our truly talented people are fed to the dogs; emasculated by the snip of the censor's scissors. Safe and staid. 

I wind up the windows as the raindrops begin to fall. We have too many traffic lights on our roads. Switching to the air-con, I catch a whiff of Josephine's fragrance from last night, of Danny Ocean('s 13) and Rusty. I was on my way again, this time to meet Gwen at Vivo, for Transformers. i hadn't caught a movie for the last 2 months since Eternal Summer and now I was gonna do 2 in 2 days.