Tried to get back to the early runs yesterday. The strays proved amiable and friendly, and there was much less dust on the river path, but a bit of uneven pavement has likely put an end to those adventures before breakfast for the balance of this stay. In context, I've successfully negotiated the same in Mostar and Bucharest for months at a time, so this isn't the UWS entitlement-happy indignant call to the city about a stray tree root. My own error, of course, the end of the run was a bit late here, so I was trying to negotiate the early office crowd at the time. One can be a proficient trail runner, and one can be a proficient city runner, but proficiency in trail conditions in the city takes real skill and care.
Up past two AM on various tasks. Sufficient is the day, but sometimes a bit of stoppage time is required.
The center is most definitely that discipline of the enlightenment that one from the east would associate with national socialism, and one from central europe would associate with the commissars of the historical dialectic. Neither would be correct, of course. But that is the way. The ineffable lightness of being might work in Prague or Warsaw, but in the lands of the south, one must steer a straighter path. Perhaps the same danger that Gauguin decided to make a virtue. Southlands.