While we wait for life, life passes.

WNY was spent at the Yonghe compound. It's a charming residential street, six floors in the sky. The lanes are narrow, so while the gurgling brook and tooting scooter might be 30m below, the neighbors and their lives are just a few meters away. It feels like Venice mixed with Bladerunner mixed with Nicaragua. All the buildings are capped with rickety, rusty sheet metal illegal throwup apartments, but the windows glow with friendliness and good cheer. We made cocktails, one of which exploded all over wpn. The company was charming and the fireworks at 101 lit the clouds in an array of greens, whites, and reds. We all sang ween loudly and had a group hug. StoicD had the best sweater. wpn and sd jammed on guitars for a while and I tried to keep time bongo style with beer caps and a wooden stool. I woke up aware that I was in a strange room before I even opened my eyes. It was already mid-afternoon. Then I went hope and listened to Leviathan Awakes and piddled around the house until 04:30. Since clients are out of town, I didn't have to work much until now, other than busy, unpaid paperwork. Obviously, I'm taking that assignment very seriously.