I was lost- as i said. And the people on the street offered me papers... about the protest. They passed me and when there was a break in the crowd, I passed on. And for 4 hours I sat inside and learned about how to learn about what was going on outside. And before I made it to my destination, I thought about going home. I thought about the airport, airplanes. But then, I thought about home and recognized that it is no longer an option, because -home- as it was will never be again, as we can never return from one moment to the last-and living in the past only inhibits the future etc. etc...it goes on.
(And something about pleasure and ice cream and champagne, people and garbage and contrast and...)