Deluge

I think I brought the rain here. It hasn’t stopped since I arrived, and it doesn’t look like stop­ping before I leave.

So much for the highly antic­i­pated self-guided walk­ing tour of this grand city, which, at the moment, looks like a scene out of Bladerun­ner: Rain, neon bill­boards, fly­ing taxis (well, they almost fly here), umbrella and rain­coat parades, and food stalls sell­ing all man­ner of what look like pip­ing hot meals. Just no Har­ri­son Ford char­ac­ter, or that woman who plays the cyborg whose name I can’t remem­ber for the life of me, and can’t look up right now because I’m not con­nected to the inter­net because the inter­net con­nec­tion here sucks.

But still, I’m here, and I’m sure as hell gonna make the most of it. Just need to pop in to a shop to buy an umbrella. Which means I’m gonna get wet try­ing to get to a shop. Ah, f*** it!