I walked up the stairs to my apartment, swiftly at a constant pace. It seemed like a ritual now. A ritual that ended with me alone with my music, notes and sometimes a book.
It was a great day today. Mira is the best of listeners. She let me hold her hand today and I did with the utmost courtesy. So her presence has been lifting the veil of bohemian isolation for a while now. I don't know how long this will go on until we...