A cusp. An apex. Something was brewing as it quietly stirred in the dark. It was the idea of rebellion that mesmerised under the deadbolt of my closed mind. It was all that passion. But whatever was it for if it was to remain bottled up? All that damned passion just kept on a shelf. Maybe we will never know it even exists until a completed story reveals itself. And then there will be nothing left to do but accept what it is as it is. So as compensation try to delight in a walk through the cool midnight breeze as you push back against the hot sidewalk heat of a long and smoky month. Brush past the traffic and the neon signs and all the noise this city breathes and just let its madness envelope you in its warm and dizzying embrace.