There's probably four hundred people in this stupid little enclosure, Aang-kun. [He snickers] Four hundred or so. I don't know all of them, but at a glance? I could identify all of them. But back in Tokyo, back in my stomping grounds, I couldn't know everyone on my street that well.

[The journal still is focused on the skyline, not on him, but his words become a little choked up here]

Isn't it sad?