The rain blows in every direction.
Upwards? Upwards back into the sky.
A random case of rain running amok in space.

Morning. Waking up under a bridge. Have I become a Parisian vagabond? I notice that my feet are still claws, though. There they are. Hi, claws! I grab a bottle and throw it into the river just to hear the sound of it.

Early afternoon. Walking along the river I see it flanked by stones, rusty lengths of barbed wire, foam, reed branches and an undefinable mixture of mud and pigeon poop.

Late afternoon. A burly man with rugged face is hunched over a tiny ice-cream. It appeals to me. But then it starts to rain. It rains almost horizontally, it hits me from the left, it hits me from the right. Going along with this I let the rain push me anywhere, push me home. But it pushes me up, it starts to rain upwards and I’m shot into the sky. I feel mildly not at ease! Wooh!

(Ed: At this point the memory must have gotten the best of him. He ran off and returned 3 hours later with a tacky balloon and lipstick on his face. Thanks for that, it’s impossible to calm him down now.)