We met more than ten years ago. Formally - old friends. But I like to think we were more than that. Once upon a time, our whole lives were music, hanging out in New York and photography. Crazy year! And now I see you again. You are standing on the platform, at the very edge, and out of boredom you wobble on your toes waiting for the train. You say my name - I read it on your lips - but in a second the train takes you into the distance. This meeting was enough to almost go crazy. It's been five weeks and I'm all looking to meet you. Just to say hello. Invite to the bar. Catch up. And yes, I know that speaking of the past, there is no point in me asking you for forgiveness.