Buddha sits under the Bo tree resisting temptation. The wind blows and shakes the tree and everything in site, but not him. But wait. That’s not Buddha. That’s Chairman Mao! And he looks kind of mad.
In the cluttered old bookstore I see a box of issues of the Economist, my favorite newsweekly. It’s next week’s issue, they have it already! Although I subscribe, I want to pick a copy up to read now. The clerk refuses me: “Those early issues are only for bloggers”.
I’m being pestered by drunken little men who keep singing beer hall songs. I throw a pillow at them! When I wake up, the pillow is in fact across the room. No gnomes, hungover or otherwise, are evident.