"spoiled by available landscapes", that is probably why I remember last weekend in particulars only. There have been white beans, some very pink wine and a night with art in very dark places. I had an inspiring conversation with some stranger at a mainly red bar, when Sunday came with blurry spots of deliscious Fall sun. Today, in addition, a pair of dirty old blinds, in a building across the street, have been pulled open for the first time since the Fishbowl exists. I might take that as a sign for the rest of the week.