We are rained in and it looks like we will be for some time. This small coastal town has turned biblically torrential with a soviet sky. They have promised a stage three cyclone but we will most likely receive a left-over lover in the shape of high winds. Sloppy seconds. Very interesting. I watch the crowd here, embraced in the kind of unity that cant be shaken by a little sky disco. They laugh and talk and play music as though it is mid-afternoon at Burning Man, and as the rain bellows down onto the tarp covering our camp kitchen, we know that our intent and solidarity will pull us through to the other side of this Earthly bedlam.