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Of Missed Incidents & Fresh-squeezed Logic.

One week replay of the last three years. The new Tokyo apartment after month-after-month of living floor-to-floor throughout cities and slums across Tibet and India. Substituting rice for dahl, whiskey for chai. Silk suits for lungi, and reawakened ambition for the deconstruction of self.

Sometimes memories serve to remind us when our look-to-the-future forgets.

Slow down to a stop, all give up and nowhere to go…

Tonight is the first night in many without any rain, while last night’s downpour was severe enough to cause flash floods all along the Izu peninsula. As is my habit, I went out to play in the dark in it, eventually found myself alone at home with several bottles of wine and the wet pounding on my windows wanting to come inside.

I let it in, of course, and then I let it out. Tears for precipitation. Sobs for stormy weather.

…and through it all I couldn’t help but hear his voice, the Brahmin landlord in Pushkar who kept me company with card tricks and stories of the significance of brass bells.

“You can either run from the monkeys, or you can run at the monkeys. Me? I run at the monkeys.”

Another bottle of wine, and crow-infested streets for monkey temples, then…

Posted by Invisibleye in: Experiences   Comments Off   15 December, 2009   Tags: Tokyo