I was on my way home, having bought Portugeuse writer Fernando Pessoa's The Book of Disquiet from the Kinokuniya book sale, and my best friend sms'd to ask if there was a blackout in my area (there was). Then when you sms'd, I mentioned both the book and the blackout in my sms reply. I didn't expect you to phone right after to keep me company while I travelled home. So I mentioned The Book of Disquiet is the saddest diary never written and you told me about Sylvia Plath's Bell Jar, and we talked somewhat awkwardly on nothing much in particular till I hit my place.

We've just had our first phone conversation and I'm undecided about you.