On November 19th in the incomparable year of 2008, I will begin to dream in Vietnamese. There will be pho, humidity, exotic fruit baths, and 2 hour naps in afternoon sunshine. I will leapfrog across sand and build a pant suit out of palm leaf and mango. Until then I am here, or there, or wherever, producing surreal scenes involving smiling people in returnable clothing I have carefully plucked from circular racks in malls. Until then I am trying my best to stay present and enjoy this Indian summer wrapped round my head like a soothing warm towel.