Listening to Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau’s wonderful voice singing my all-time favorite song. This is the music–and the song–that I brought with me to Japan–and which I listened to over and over as I watched a new world, a new culture, and a new people, from my apartment window, the darkness stretching behind me. It was Antler and his good friend Jeff who first gave me this gift at my Milwaukee going away party, September, 1992. It filled the hours of my aloneness with sweet melancholy. I played it when I could not sleep in the middle of the night, the mind dizzy with memories. I hummed the tune to myself as I climbed the steep roads to my first school in Nagasaki. It also played as background to the night that I packed to move on to yet another place a year and a half later. So many years ago–and yet the music remains to remind me of those days of turmoil and of sadness–when I indeed had become lost to the world.