1 am bike ride; lost, somewhere between the park and the whirling black streets of overwhelming frog song

How can one remain disgruntled for long when there are people like my northern german lawyer in it?

Tonight he whisked me away to an entirely different world - a slice of british affairs in the basement of a high school, where there was a discussion on Miyasaki and then on to the Foreign Correspondence Club; red wine, salmon and a contemplation of a very small village in Germany and its sense of its own history, overlooking the Imperial Palace -

who can be blue when such people exist?