Lack of a better half...

It is very strange to be alone after weeks of sharing nearly every second, both waking and dreaming, with another. The feeling itself is remarkably not unlike the sensation that arises betwixt the driveway and the airport when you are leaving for a length of time, that you had to have forgotten something but know that you won't remember what it is until you need it. Or perhaps is merely the fact that I am remarkably alone, and really, the only words I have spoken today have been of in inquisitory nature and directed at total strangers, either seeking employment or information. Bizarre it is.

It is time for tea and a Japanese avant garde film. I hope exitement so grand may find all on this fine friday.