Yesterday I put Umbriel on the train as if it were easy for me, then I went and sat by the long aquarium of sharks in Union Station and lured pigeons into perching on my hands. I watched the field of people stream by and thought about the strange possibilities our world now offers. We met in a Nightclub, both briefly in the wrong part of the world, dreaming of travel. Strippers half-heartedly danced to goth music as we played pool in the next room over. Red velvet curtains and beaded sconce lampshades. It was a night out of Hollywood, a midnight flick shown on a silver screen, and somehow we fit right in. We live in a land of choices, digital information networks, and options to mesh worldview with a letter tossed off with a little bit of typing.