Viv called before the bartender at Kells deigned to take notice of me, which proved one random conversation about contacts and glasses to my benefit.

The smells of a dense urban center make me sooo much happier than the smells of the bucolic countryside.

In the bathroom of the Westlake Plaza parking level, a music track played which sampled Denzel Washington as Malcolm X, telling me of the nature and form of revolution. Something seemed off.