Human relationships... endless stories, anecdotes, misunderstandings, love. As I stand looking outside my huge window, the sun is setting, I feel in New York, the view I have reminds me of Flat Iron Building and all the American buildings with Fire Exit...

Regrets I had a few but then again, too few to mention ... I did it my way. But then again I can't go backwards and back then what happened happened, what I did, I did. So be it. Thanks life for all these not so wonderful and so wonderful experiences...

A piano piece by Japanese composer Sakamoto Ryuishi, so beautiful and airy. Nostalgy about the past, nostalgy about the love I had for Long, too much love I guess, is there something as loving too much? Don't know, I guess the child's love, the love one...