Thursday, March 30th.
This post is my attempt at fluidity through writing. I want to achieve nothing from this writing except the determination to have written something to do something. I'm currently drunk, sitting on my couch, in some area of Tokyo, with headphones in, as my girlfriend watches anime on the TV. I've done all the homework I needed to do for the week and I had dinner. It's been a blessed day, one in which I met up with friends and enjoyed their company in public. We took the train around town, went to an anime exhibit (Chainsaw Man) and then parted ways.
Tapping away on this keyboard while listening to Radiohead is akin to playing the piano. It's just the movement of fingers as something blasts into my ears. If I were back in Colorado, perhaps I'd be playing League of Legends or riding my bike through the desolate night air of that small town I once called home. Now, with this wonderful yet confusing reality I've made for myself, I'm quite lost. My nights are determined by what's on the television and what's in the fridge. The friends I've made are interesting and quite amusing but they're just that. Somewhere in my heart I am missing connection. The thing is... I know it's not connection with others that I am missing. It's the connection with myself. The shared duality of my conscious with the space, the freedom of having nothing to do. I've been so busy with two schools (Japanese school and University) that in the downtime of those, I'm just wiped. The television becomes a comfort, the couch an opiate, together they keep me warm.
Let me reiterate; this post is my attempt at achieving something, anything, as long as its personal to me. This shouldn't be posted to the public for I fear I am drunk and this is silly. Posting regardless because why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Dinner was delicious and I need to brush my teeth.