the process of falling... the forecast was correct, at some point during the night autumn arrived, a drop of almost ten degrees and a north easterly wind, the sense of a veil falling between seasons... a bike and the traffic light game, destination a river and, from wherever that happened to be, a return... a weird wander along streets finally arriving at the modern art museum and wearing a look of surprise... following the keelung river back towards songshan, into the wind, hoping for some music but, for once, not a single instrument to be found beneath a sequence of bridges...  meanwhile the rabbit hole is still in taipei, beneath another bridge on another river...