What has today been like so far

There is an air of expectancy lingering thickly within the smoggy remains of the turbine hall. Am I painting a picture?
I feel we are waiting for something, but I know not what. Am I writing a novel?
It has been a long day and there is still a good few hours left. So far I have seen a shaman from Oregon, make music out of rubber plants, an image that will linger with me for a good while. He also seemed to want the cassette to make a come-back. Which in principle is an interesting idea, I too long for the nostalgic days of mix-tapes. Mix cd's just doesn't have the same ring to it.