Category: japan – the sad

I walk away…

Moving to Tokyo(ish) was the right decision, I know. But it’s hard to think of closing the door on a 3 year chapter of your life. I don’t mind moving – I’ve done it regularly ever since I can first remember. After a while though, it can get tiring – the constant making and breaking…
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Killing Time…

sitting, back primly poised, hair impeccably parted to one side, cream colored leather Coach handbag tucked to one side, keitai strap dangling loosely out one of the side pockets, makeup perfectly done, as always, beautiful lips pursed ever so slightly as manicured nails flicked pages of a book from one to the next, eyes moving ever so slightly through expertly applied mascara lashes, each iris twitch scanning top to bottom, right to left, page to page, ponytail bobbing slightly as each echoing shift of the train’s bulk rippled through the ground, through the wheels, through the floor, through the bench, through her body before manifesting itself in one tiny quiver, momentary separation of individual hair fibers, rippling shine reflecting the brilliance of the azure and topaz sky flitting by in the rows of houses cycling by in the background, melody line of children’s Doppler laugher fleeting by for split seconds as suffused imagery of suburban bliss melted into a motion streaked blur of background behind us, parallaxing through windows and the smell of earth and coolness of autumn air cascading down inverted metallic slats of the old fashioned sun screens pulled down over half opened train windows, and I remember ginko leaves – beautiful, gorgeous stunning ginko leaves swirling through the air, striking yellow against austere brown branches silhouetted against topaz skies

Rainy days

Just another rainy, but happy, day in the hood. DVDs for sale in a store: bottom half – porn. Top half? Disney Cartoons Not much happening recently. The other day, I decided to play a game with some of the third year students in class – part of it involved me asking them a series…
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