Amsterdamica Nº68: Have A Wave Of This

lat. 52.3812 - long. 4.8987

Once, while strolling along the river’s banks, I bumped into a lady dressed in blue and red and green, who laughed and cried at the same as she stared into the water.

“Whazzap?” I asked. “Why the alternating emotions?”

“The waves.” She said. “I cry when they go, and laugh when they return.”

And, whether this did or did not actually happen is beside the point; the point is…