IT’S THAT FEELING AGAIN. That emptiness, that frustration, those small indignations that have built up into a dam of pent up rage. That feeling when you’ve crossed a certain point and know instinctively that you have to pull yourself out before you drown in the toxicity of it all. Several times you’ve thought you’d reached that breaking point. Several times you’ve passed through it. But this one is different. It’s already manifesting within yourself, quickly and potently. Tears used to be enough to rid yourself of that negative energy, but you find that you need more than just washing it out. There’s too much that you feel the need to physically dispel that energy by either banging your fists on the nearest surface or grunting and screaming something unintelligible. You need to release it. But when you’ve reached *this* point, you know that the relief is only temporary. You need to release yourself too.
The streets of Tokyo were nearing empty. Or maybe just in this stretch from Haneda to Shinagawa. I watch the storefronts go by, mostly convenience stores I would find myself in over the next few days, over the next few cities. I think to myself, so this is Japan. And it was, and it wasn’t just.
How today's sunny afternoon transported me to brunch in Singapore
Just as charming as Windsor, but a tinge more fancy.
The best way to warm up after a cold trip.
Icy rain, strong winds, and that fascinating Windows XP wallpaper.
Maybe I should've given it more thought and spent a night or two.
Photo gallery of the magical day at the WB's The Making of Harry Potter.
There's more to Baker Street than Sherlock.
Talk about major life moment!!