I'm at a loss - I need an interpreter

5am - Sunday morning. A bowl of rice and stew, awkward relationships, frail friendships, mistrust, birthdays, an hour wait at 3am at a bus stop – a hang over, a good friend going away, a good friend holding themselves away, a new born baby, caparihnas, a guide (from hollywood) to winning the right girl and a deleted blog post.

I made a mistake. I made a mistake. We dream of so much, the light of our imagination guides our truths and deceits. What is it we seek and hear in the answers that jump out to throttle us in photographs, conversations and reflections of places and people we know, yet in someway have never truly seen. I'm at a loss - I need an interpreter
The Interpreter of Maladies.