Staying up all night worked; I slept through most of the flight back to New York.

Note to self: If I ever become rich, I must assemble a team of engineers to develop the technology for airplanes to take off and land while the seats are still fucking reclined. What’s the big deal? I think stewardesses just like having their little power trips.

Back in my apartment I discovered she’d e-mailed me a text message from her phone. Said she’d miss me. Attached was a photo she’d snapped with her cell:

There’s a profound time difference between here and Japan.

I can’t tell if this photo is a sunrise, or a sunset.

Hurray for symbolism.