to Born Ruffians: "Needle"

Back from the Past:

I haven't been writing in a while, like jogging, i haven't been fishing. I am glad to continue, and this song reminds me of that. Like awakening from a tomb, one wakes up in the orient at odd times. Reviewing the course of the past month, a sense of isolation is ease to adapt too.

Moving in a structured zone, there is a relative chaos, no lines no stores that i can read and understand. Just a slip away. Keeping contact with the west has unhinged my internal clock  drastically.

I am just a no one just the same as everyone, I am living in a city of 8 million, and it is a small city. On the coast. There is no coastal breeze here, just a continual fog. I saw the sun for the first time last Thursday, and the moon last night was full and yellow. In five seconds, the air turns from moist to rain and deathly humid.