I'm alone hanging out the window with the snow falling from above the buildings. Russian beer, Polish vodka and Indonesian cigarettes by the window, I'm on my world tour you see. The skin on my hands is not tight like it used to be and they are numb from the cold.
I am not anxious like this but peaceful, I feel strangely optimistic even though I find myself reflecting on wasted time. It's a beautiful world when everyone else is asleep and I don't have to play my role. Is it common to not really know who you are when you're not in character? I'm happy right now and need more ice.