Tolstoyan wandering through the night quite enjoyable. Park idyllic. Second watch of the night a bit of a slog, given the winds. Ante faciam frigorem...
And now everything's closed, my guess says the decision-makers are the 5% who drive, and the television machines have filled the populace with fear. So another day as the Wanderer. Must find a staff and inscribe it with the laws of the world.
With the adversity, a strong desire to return to Serbia for some reason. Odd.
Next year in a holier land.