Spent most of yesterday in a wonderful cafe, big, empty, slow, perched over the city. Had the feeling of low-rent real estate in places like Port Kembla, where square footage is not under pressure. Uncomfortable couches, 80's brown, orange and pink decor. I am gaining a very little very tentative confidence that the direction of the Soft Shroud revision may be okay, that I may be able to work with this throughout. I fell asleep thinking of the Earth spinning pieces of broken, buried, brightly coloured ceramic to its surface.