If Jessica and Jieling are to be believed, it's pouring outside. But I'm trapped in the lecture theatre, and the only signs of the alleged torrential downpour are the people coming in resembling straggled sewer rats, and the guy who just shook the water off his umbrella in my direction.

We've become so good at building cocoons for ourselves that we're almost completely able to shut ourselves out to the world outside. Even a raging thunderstorm has nothing on us.

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4:16 PM