You'll be okay, anyway.

Back and forth. Forever. I randomly thought about Lost in Translation today. What a negative view of Japan. Aside from that, I really liked the film. Almost no dialogue was uttered--and yet so much was said. I think the screenplay was something like 30 pages. Ridiculous. My favorite part is the ending--when he tells her something in her ear and the audience can't hear. Brilliant, Sophia, brilliant. I just want to go back to New York already. I feel like a little kid here. These next few weeks are going to be awful. I have to pack.

I remember. There isn't much to remember. A moment that could be moments that could be something more than you mapped it out to be. You walked. I don't regret it.