Notes from the Albion

Today in the bookstore, a man named Javier called me Yessie and wanted to see the Bible in the window. I think he was very lonely because he came back an hour later and still didn't buy anything. I didn't mind, because this city can be lonely sometimes and I understood. I think it's because of the mountains so close by, they tend to separate us and strike us with a silent awe not very conducive to social undertakings. Javier thought it was because of his accented and punctured English.