Few things in this world make me as happy as seeing two people who feel affection for one another meet accidentally on the street. That first involutary reaction -- an unforced, uncontrollable smile, waving and moving toward one another instinctively... Oh, humanity. I love all of you sometimes.

And wish only that such an interaction were possible for me here.

In all other ways? I am -- for want of a better word; it has negative connotations for me -- content.

But I would take experience over happiness any day. Certainly over contentment.