Well its nearly two a.m. and I'm almost done packing. In a few hours I will be winging my way to the airport, and some hours after that I will be landing in Newark airport. And then, I know I will be setting eyes on New York City for the first time ever, alone, quite alone. And I know the buildings will be tall, and I know it will be beautiful.
The music on my stereo sounds so plaintive, so cuttingly, achingly beautiful. Meetings and partings. I leave those here for an unknown, unseen future. And I can't deny the wrench, the tear on my heart. But then I will be meeting my own future, as it comes into the present, and I will be meeting a certain Chall Gray, in some back room, somewhere in the city. And from there, the story will unfold.