i went to slovenia to try to trick The Man today, trying to get my passport stamped. it didn't work, but it was an adventure, and that, and coming home, to a familiar city, and a shoulder to lay my head on, and the warm wind, and my tower, all made me realize that being here is like being in love. i can pretend that i don't care, that it's not what i want, but when the chance is almost taken away from me, the wheels start to turn, my heart starts to sing, and i realize that i do want some things.