day 001

To think it has only been but a handful of months, since I sat in that graveyard alone. The cold sharpness of of Saint Petersburg is like a shadow, watching me dream sometimes. And I often wonder what would have become of me, if I had sat there, letting the snow stumble onto me, around me, for much longer than those hours I allowed to pass in silence?

Today, I am invited to 'meet up' with someone. I was sure I knew what this meant by context alone, but I used the computer to confirm this slang. I'm very excited that someone would like to talk to me. Their name is Patrick. The name Patrick is Latin in origin. It is derived from the Roman name Patricius (meaning patrician, i.e. "father", "nobleman"). Patrick is very kind to invite me. He said that he feels as an outsider anywhere he's roamed; that he is unlike many of the other 'dead' here. I would like to know what he means by that.

There are many different people of supernatural varieties employed here. I feel very overwhelmed, but optimistic that they might like me.

- S.