Attencion, Hordan.

Jordan, I am reading a book and it makes me think of you. It's called Lost Girls and Love Hotels, by Catherine Hanrahan and it's about a girl who teaches English pronunciation to a bunch of Japanese flight attendants in training while trying to come to grips with, and run away from, her past. Not that Jordan is doing either of those things (although, really, we're not sure WHAT he is doing down there in Chile, beyond eating avocadoes by the bushel and taking photos of Bilz y Pap). But this line jumped out at me because it seemed like something he would say...

"For some reason, in Japan, I always expect things to happen like they do in cartoons, for giant red hearts to erupt from people's chests, for connect-the-dot lines to appear when lovers' eyes meet."

I don't know why.

Come home, Jordan. Get on your white pony and ride back to the only hemisphere that matters.