The sky was pretty tonight. I'm not sure what the occasion is, in this place. I don't know what holidays this city has. But it was nice.

Now it smells like gunpowder outside. It reminds me of Heinkel. I miss her; I pray she's okay.

I'm used to awakening in strange places and not knowing things. It's not so bad; there are things that happen when I'm asleep that I really don't want to know ( Read more... )