The Fresh Smell Of Coffee

Everything Was Too Sharp And Clear, So That I Could Never Tell Where To Start- The Way A Map That Shows Too Much Can Sometimes Be Useless.

No Matter Where I Go, I Still End Up Me. What's Missing Never Changes. The Scenery May Change, But I'm Still The Same Incomplete Person. The Same Missing Elements Torture Me With A Hunger That I Can Never Satisfy. I Think That Lack Itself Is As Close As I'll Come To Defining Myself.

My Priority Is My Books, At Least At This Point. What I Have To Do Is Write The Narrative Of This Time.

It Is Hard To Be An Individual In Japan.

It's Easy To Forget Things You Don't Need Anymore.