Status Updates From A Mountain of Crumbs

"It is November, the time of floods, when wind heaves water from the Baltic sea, swelling the canals and closing schools. The water underneath is still at least a meter below the street level, but to make this day even more dramatic I wish for the canal to spill into the streets so that I would have to flail my way through churning water, succumbing, in the end, to its cold raging might ..."