I've been feeling a bit like Charlotte in Lost In Translation. Long sleepless nights countered by days in the city where I feel like I might just be eaten up by all of the unfamiliar things around me. I've got one eye on the look out for Billy Murray in a neon yellow teeshirt. No one will ever be able to say I wasn't ready for my sweet affair.
The wind beats on my window at night, and it sounds like a train. I listen to it when I lie awake at night-- I try to decipher words in the moans. I wonder what we will discuss tonight.