Dad returned with a whole crate of fresh, ripe persimmons. I smelt alcohol at 2am and thought some fermentation must be going on in there. Alerted dad and found a layer of the fruits had burst and emerged wet and somewhat cubic in shape. Dad did the right thing this time, mum being lover of persimmons. Bad news = company extended dad's contract in HK by 1 month.

Gran Turismo sounds great on earphones. Is it my living room where I played the CD being near AYE? Or that we just can't fight the stimulation of senses by digital devices which enhance isolation and alienation in our experience of modernity?