and the little boat stays out at sea all day
Last night we had a power outage, a la Santo Domingo; a la Roxbury; a la India. I was just in the middle of the third “new” Star Wars, right when Anakin goes to the dark side. The outage appeared to be a huge chunk of the city, if not the entire city, and for an hour around midnight there was nothing but the full moon and the silent streets and the black houses for as far as I could see. I went on the roof and listened intently to the silence, broken occasionally by benevolent whistles between me and several other strangers whom I couldn’t see. It was awesome.
No news on the camera. It might come tomorrow. Who knows. We might leave for the jungle Tuesday. Who knows. There is little I can do at this point except be chill about things.