There is no contemporary time, which poses a problem since we're running out of past.

Dutch tosties made in the middle of a mexican kitchen stand-off, green gunpowder morningtea, the social nature of cars and bicycles, houseboats and caravansquats, coffe like cowboys on the porch, punkrock, beer & cigarettes, Walter Herzog films, beer on the balcony, Dylan Moran shows, endless walks on dikes in the sun looking for edible plants put of season and crossing fences, sunburns and people in parks getting wedding pictures taken, householdheroes picking up beer, odd fried food, gone lost on bicycle trips, hot indian curry & lime pickles, hugs at night and words through it all as we talk about everything and realize that we are indeed friends.