This morning, I ran downtown. I like it in the mornings because it is empty and because I can photograph the beautiful Enron building without people coming and going. I took some pictures and one video. I don’t know why I was talking so fast in the video. I was a little out of breath from running, I guess. I am not usually so rush-rush.
After I left I felt like I was a prisoner in the Bastille, looking through the bars, and observing the slaughter of nobles.
And this one just broke my heart. It was like something that I didn’t want to happen suddenly became really officially official: