shortly after arrival i got chatted up by a familar stranger. but rather than make rude overtures or open my laptop, i just sat back and let him chat and occasionally said something that showed i was halfway listening.

i watched the rain come in bands, and i watched the people coming in and out of the market. and he talked and i halfway listened.

• weaver street after hours
• drunk blogging II
• for some reason i cannot sleep
• today i woke up somewhat earlier
• what comes next?

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