But I wasn’t crazy about my scenario. In school once, I picked up a book about Japan—everything was so beautiful there, the architecture, the ponds, and I remember wishing that I could live there. Not that I was ungrateful, but I was lonely in L.A. I wasn’t alone, but I was very lonely. I didn’t have a lot of friends. So I’d just stare at that book, wanting to live in the pictures somehow. So far away. Another world, another place, another time.
