At this point the dream sucks mew down into these northern siberian latitudes of Vietnam. I have what might be the standard kit of what an outing to do art would have. My bike, a backpack, dont really know whats in it. So i ride along this road for a bit until I come to this floating bridge that prolly leads to an oil field or something and huge trucks are going across it every once in a while and nearly sinking the bridge.

this is a picturesk place, gorgeous! so I take a seat on a rock and read for a bit (prolly no time at all in dream time)