I live inside a cheerfully lit, tastefully decorated bubble and I call it my home. I breathe non-toxic fumes; filtered through my bubble and purified. Suddenly, I'm swimming through concrete which has appeared, unnoticed, from somewhere. I think about this while eating my mock turtle-stew. and it's really quite good: the stew, I mean.Abhijit Menon-Sen <ams@toroid.org>