walking through the mirror
Now that I'm "alone" again in a world where language is mostly mystery, a fog has come over me. This familiar haze is something I've learned to live with; only now (not yet anyway) it can't touch the well of clarity that's pooled inside of me. Bits of synthesized memory keep drifting through my head, light as the white dove feathers I stole away from the Yasukuni shrine. I want to sit and claim these emotions by writing letters... but when I try, the words fail me. I have the sense that, even more important than letters sent out to other recipients, these things need to be heard by me and, for once, believed.
Tomorrow I'm going to TA at the elementary school where Host Mom teaches. I stayed inside all day today, hiding from the sleet that suddenly struck Tokyo in spite of yesterday's unseasonal warmth. I'm a bit tired of being gassed with Carbon Monoxide from my gas heater and I think that the more I sit around, the more hibernatively introspective I'll become. It's probably better for me to get up and move a bit. I've seen a lot of this city lately; it's nice that it feels more like a home and less like an enemy.
Coming soon... the Tokyo Top 50 photo gallery. (Okinawa and Hokkaido to follow)
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