Adjusting

I may be having trouble adjusting. Staying under the radar, so to speak. It has been quite a long time since I've been here. I don't remember quite this many people walking and driving and running. So many people. I've spent a month here and I don't understand how there can be so many people. Was it always like this?

I miss the emptiness of the Bleak Shore. I have not been back since my assignment began. "Write," they whisper, but I have nothing to write about. Not yet. I would try seeking out those who know about the Convocation, but I am unsure of myself and might give myself away. That would be unfortunate. I need more practice.

One good thing about this world, which the Bleak Shore lacks, is music. So much music. Just walking by restaurants and coffee houses, I can hear songs and cadences I have not heard before. Yesterday, I found this song and have decided to share it with you:

I know this is a distraction from my purpose here, but I can't help it. It's quite beautiful. But I shall endeavor to ignore it and go on with my mission, with my observations.

I shall be meeting another Nest soon. They shall show me the places I need to go, the people I need to observe, and the events I need to record.