This city was not built on rock n roll. No: it was built on a MOUNTAIN of paperwork. And this is rationalised society, my friends.

(This occurs to me as I sit in a Law Library. Like the man from the country, I went to beg admittance to the law. I got in, however.)

There is a grand final going on somewhere. I was in the sun when this happened. The city was bright, but somehow still. As if this day was already a memory.