October 17. I slept four hours before I left this morning. But in those four hours I woke up every half hour, anxiously checking what time it would be, and being half relieved, half dismayed when it was only two, for example.

Mysterious Boston. I thought I was in the middle of the MIT campus here, which would have explained why it felt so oddly like a factory campus. But this isn’t MIT. It’s like they forgot a factor in a city simulation that normally makes any place where people live feel kind of natural, but this isn’t a simulation, and yet something is missing. Too few people in the streets. Too few lights in the houses. The houses - brick - too sterile.