“There is great disorder under heaven ... the situation is excellent.” - Mao Zedong
There is a right gale outside.
A veritable hurricane for this neck of The Somnambulopolis. The shimmering trees lining the street are bending & leaves spiral down into showers of fallen comets at the end of the world that block up gutters. I stare out through the small misshapen wooden framed windows of this ragged apartment