He intensely disliked the way people used words to mislead. Take the enormous picture on the side of that bus depicting a kid leaning against a rain-spattered bus window, nose to nose with his mirror image. The slogan read: Join the network, get fluid. “What the hell does that mean?” he muttered, his words lost in the roar as the bus pulled away. Like an unbounded promise, it opened a door to almost anything. Ads, politics, daily life, all were riddled with so many empty words noisily clamouring their sincere fulfilment. It was a wonder that society was not drunk on so much promise. Rain had begun to fall again as he paused, cars and crowds circling around him, and in that silence, he was alarmed to realise how empty and cheated he felt.