The sky was dark grey and I was reminded of one rainy day when I cycled down the cobbled streets my fingers bled from the chilling wind cracks and fissure and bone on the skin. Today a pompous looking man gave a speech derrida and lacan and deleuze and guattari unconsciously his finger pointing upwards and erect went up his nose several times a flick after which he was reduced to a man in spectacles and grey shirt. Plato the dog we used to hate for eating our ping pong balls and barking most incessantly whenever a ping or pong was heard is now a poor sick dog whose christian owners hold bible meetings while the dog the irony of his name wags his tail down below uncared and unheard for. Pris messaged me: "Swim, bask in the sun, drink wine, then start work. In that order." In that order.