Ben (I’ve resolved to start dropping names) and I went out for sushi last night, and that was good. Afterwards, tragically car-less, we walked along the highway and tried to find a bookstore. We happened upon a McDonalds playstructure instead. Trying to climb into it was a bad idea, and I think I ought to give up on reclaiming my childhood. Still, highways at night are beautiful, and there was sporadic yellow lightning in the distance, as if someone was trying to boot up Frankenstein.

We found a Barnes&Noble eventually, with the bemused help of a bangly blond salesgirl at a video store, and looked at gorgeous photography books. They were a bit worn, like lots of other people had also squashed into armchairs and gaped through them.