Tokyo, I’m back (for now).
There are times when I feel I am closer to my past than I am the future.
There are times when I feel I am closer to my past than I am the future.
Growing up I always wanted a secret hideout. A place where I could be alone and keep my stuff.
I tried to start a bullet journal. I enjoyed the time I spent laying everything out and creating these pages called “spreads” that only made me think of jam and nutella.
Here in America I have interesting coworkers from all over the world who have their own unique rituals. Like the lady who sits next to me.
I miss the train.
Age is an interesting concept.