Grey

The weather looks grim this morning, suits my mood. A grey backdrop to a grey day, makes spotting the enemies approach easier, than staring into a blinding backdrop of the sun.

Every year, around this time, I strip back everything I'm reading and go back to the basics, Plato, Conrad, and Orwell. Plato, who originated modern political thought, Conrad, who perfected the modern narrative, and Orwell whose prescience still serves to warn us in the 21st century of choosing the right path as a society.

Spent the past few days wondering how a colleague in Cancun is doing, haven't heard from him since tuesday when he hunkered down with his family bracing for the onslaught of Wilma. Many jokes made over the years about the problematic ideal of living in a resort community prone to tropical storms are coming back to haunt me. A quote circulating on the internet refers to main part of Cancun looking like it had been "trampled by a giant".