After spending the better part of the afternoon in the bookstore milking a cup of coffee and fighting off sleep, we get back on the train for the ride home. On the way, we pass many boarded up buildings and broken windows. After you ride the train for a while, you barely notice them or the sadness they give off. We get home and fall in bed and take a long nap. I wake up at 8:00 pm but for a few startling moments think it is 8:00 am. I feel so disorientated. Maybe it was the food, or the flask, or the long day. I build a fire and start reading the Tao Te Ching. In the days off instant gratification, the TTC is instant orientation.