Hi.

It feels like my glasses are dirty, but it’s really the surfaces of my eyes.

There’s this indescribable desire to be amongst others, after spending time with myself for so long. I’d like to sit in the middle of a café right now, I think to myself, so I could listen the layers of people talking. I’d like to be slumped down in a soft library chair, deciding which book to take home, with the hushed shuffling of pages all around me. I’d like to be walking on the streets of New York, dodging the taxis on 42nd and tenth, walking across the streets with the other pedestrians.

This is one of those nights.