Dear internet-

It's a lot harder to say what you want to when you're anonymous. I thought there would be some kind of freedom in it, but how we feel is so entirely wrapped up in who we are that I'm finding this exercise more difficult, and less liberating than I thought it would be. I suppose my desire for anonymity has always been accompanied by the need for silence. I will keep trying, though.

In other "reflections on the day" news....Sometimes I really enjoy taking the bus- no, really. Travelling with strangers can occasionally be a redeeming experience. For instance, tonight I shared a relatively empty bus with two Japanese kids, acoustic guitars slung across their laps, dressed in full 80's leather-metal regalia (one even had a gauntlet- A BONAFIDE ROB HALFORD GAUNTLET!). Though I don't think they spoke much English, at one point their conversation was punctuated with "LOCK AND LOLL!" complete with fist pumps. It made me want to buy them a beeru, and see what Japanese acoustic hair metal sounded like.

Though sometimes it's hard to wipe all the dirt away, even the shittiest cities have warm, bright spots that can make you feel a little more human.

With love,

The Ghost Hare.