What, precisely, does one write to people that are out there in space, nameless faces that I might've passed one hundred times on any given street and not know and yet, possibly, they are reading this. It's an odd thought, terrifying and freeing at the very same time.

Whenever I go to the airport, I am struck by the notion that there are people on planes or cars or trains or boats that I am never going to meet and they are never going to know anything about me and my life and vice-versa. It's like this crazy awareness of how truly insignificant that I am.

I think that is about all for today. We'll see, however. I might strike again!