On the motorbike today. It’s nice to drive into the traffic, and then drive out of the traffic, to go back home, instead of living full-time in the traffic.
A Jakartan stranger. The way he expressed horror/dismay (at the illness and injury of street dogs in Bali) was to smile, a never ending, increasingly strained smile.
All three cats were tugging on our crazy chains today. Imagine the worst.
Ending with a neutralizing rain, the drippy noises and distant gamelan carrying us back from the edge of exhaust(ion).