"it's that time of the year with that kind of air with that kind of romance on that kind of lighted street which makes you feel that kind of way whilst walking with nobody really beside you. strangers surround you, but nobody's next to you sharing your tangible world."

the scenes play back in her head like a broken projector stuck on one roll of film. she reels it back, and stares at her thoughts. blank, seperated, vivid. i think i've got something to sing about. cadence, where art thou