|Current mood:|| melancholy|
|Current music:||Yonder Mountain String Band -- Dawn's Early Light|
Days pass slowly here. People are nocturnal and I must teach myself to be as well if I plan to survive. Finding places to stay hasn't proven difficult just yet, but I'm not counting on my luck. There is much to do and see here. Arts and culture are as diverse, more so than I have ever encountered. They even bleed different colors.
I've come across a rather strange soul recently. Jacobim was his first name, a weathered man -- he has been here long. It is always an adventure to meet a new person, but he was more of an oracle. Even though he was blind, he could see me as clear as the moon last night. What he said still haunts me even after two days have passed. The days haven't passed yet, he says, where I have been broken. And though I may feel the worst is over, it is still yet to come. All I can do is wait and persevere and hope that I can overcome. I suppose that's just what I'll do.