Then overnight they took it down and the view outside my window became wonderful and uninterrupted panorama of the city sprawled below. Today I went to the balcony and saw men hard at work putting together a new hoarding. It seemed like a good photo op so I took a picture but inwardly I sighed a little bit. I'm not looking forward to a giant watch or any other product being plastered outside my window.
Last night or rather this morning I dreamt that I was hacking off my hair in big chunks with a pair of scissors intent on making it as short as possible. I was very upset and angry but when I woke up I couldn't remember why.