One of my earliest memories is asking my mother, "Why are there so many songs about love?" after watching Top of the Pops for the millionth time. "Why is everyone so obsessed about it? What's it all about?" All that came was a knowing answer, smelling suspiciously like an adult weary of child-rearing; "You'll understand when you're older ( Read more... )

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the icy fingers
Of winter threaten to prise
Open this cold heartMy horoscope promised a lunar couple of days, and accordingly they float along like dour autumnal clouds. Japanese weather is decisive and immediate; the cold sets in and that's it, the change of season has come. It may be numerically nothing to compare to England- a mere 9 degrees at ( Read more... )

Had the interview with the Asahi editor yesterday. I want this so badly it hurts, a knot in my stomach is forming. I should find out this week, although he said "at the end of this week" and "by the end of the month" at different points. I've a good mind to position a sniper to shoot all gaijins on sight outside the Asahi building... oh god. I wish ( Read more... )

strange things are happening ( Read more... )

We wandered the lantern'd ground before going to eat; it was unclear whether the event had already taken place or was yet to occur. The chocolate coating was already sliding off the erect bananas, the multi-coloured sprinkles dropping like candle wax on the table. A few boxes of yakisoba, glistening in oil and MSG, were lined up on the table, ( Read more... )

just came back from pumping the pedals all over town. my new-found rage inspires me to spin faster, duck harder, run the reds and give the traffic nazis a two fingered salute (it makes no sense here anyway) as i traverse the wide and empty banking streets in the evening, non-eco neon illuminating the strip. i swear in italian at taxi drivers who ( Read more... )

i think i have posted this before, albeit in edited form. but i just came across it again and was reminded simultaneously of my sweet buenos aires memories, as well as how differently (and may I say it, well i used to write ( Read more... )

the sunlight pelting down on the street makes me forget for a moment where i am, what continent i'm located on, what country and city i have come to call my home. i'm struck dumb by rays that bring me back to four years ago, traipsing through a dusty south america- yet the landscape here is not strewn with the stone architecture, the beautiful ( Read more... )

i don't know what's caused this writing hiatus, exactly. there are hypotheses, of course. it could be my new full time job that gets me home at 8, 9, even 10 at night. it could be the daze of this gorgeous- at times unbearable- summer heat and the bubbling joy and contentment i draw from it- it could be just that i exhausted my typing hands in july ( Read more... )