and then tonight i will be on a Train. Trains. and i will drink tea and make my bed and listen to music and look out the dark window at all the dark passing by. then i will go to sleep and in the morning i will wake up in moscow. and then i will be all all alone in a big foreign city and it will be loverly. and i will go to the Tretyakovsky gallery and look at icons in all the big quiet splendor and my feet will hurt and i will take my sketch book and a notebook. and i will go to the Pushkin museum and my feet will hurt and i will look at purdy purdy pictures. and i will stay up late sitting in coffee shops and (very slowly) reading a paperback in Russian, making lots of marks with my mechanical pencil and drinking real actual real coffee. and i will go to gorky park and look at all the soviet and all the park. and i will go shopping on the Arbat and in GUM and i will remember my camera to take pictures of the red square and St. Basils. and I will go see Lenin, because, duh.

and i will be alone for a little while.

really. i will do this.