City lover.

I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand different matters: money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, going to drug rehab, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair-cut and getting born. And in some houses people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered.

I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.

And you’ll always love me won’t you?” “Yes.” “And the rain won’t make any difference?” “No.