Month: July 2008

Je suis Nano.

Where the dickens am I? Ah. Judging by the strap with the plastic doodad, I am in someone’s carry-on luggage, and will soon be hurtling through the atmosphere at an altitude of 35,000 feet, at the mercy of prosaic flight attendants. It is quite hospitable of Cannes to provide me with the perfect vantage point …