After packing and alone in Alexi’s apartment, I wander around aimlessly, trying to find something to pass away the hours I have left here. It’s raining out, overcast, grey and cold. It is barely mid-afternoon, and I have nothing to watch or read that will hold my interest. I am cried out and empty, feeling listless and raw and hoping I can distract myself from all that I think right now.

How can it be when my head has one image and one thought?

The fact is that I am pining, ...