There is a boy among the six billion. By day he creates beauty and by night he goes home to an apartment filled with books and music. He has been broken and patched together before; he writes songs about love but no longer believes in it.
There is a girl among the six billion, but not one of the six billion. She fills her life with words; they pass the time but do not bring happiness--at least, not the kind she seeks.
Two people in those six billion, drawn together by the language of music and the music of language.
[journals are fun.]
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