I feel I'm moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible.
Disintegration---I'm taking it in stride.
I could stay living in this city if they just installed Blaupunkts in the cabs.
You learn to move on without the people you love.
I had dreamed of something so different from what reality was now offering up, but that dream had been a blind man's vision. That dream was a miracle. The morning was fading. And I remembered yet again that I was a tourist here.
Fear never shows up and the party ends early.