A continuation of rain, the world wrapped within a cocoon of mist and cloud, distances and apparitions drained of colour, merging into an unbroken coverlet.

From the window the whole day passing in the space between torrent and downpour, the temple on graveyard hill floating upon an impressionist's sketch of hills.

The sound of the mrt, of splashing traffic passing, rises; an early dusk colours wet streets in red and green, traffic lights flowing upon surfaces, rippling.

Late night illusions of a darkened city forming, the scent of whisky, shapes and colours drifting from diffused lights, ebbing and flowing. 


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