fujisan and the kamo river in kyoto. i had not seen either in sixteen years

i gazed at your skies, i tasted your earth
sung out my heart for what it was worth

“. . . throwing more affection into the bottomless pit, as she stares into the abyss wondering why it’s not full . . .”

elina showing me her new hoodie while i stand solemnly by a japanese vending machine in ogikubo, resplendent in my new cashmere scarf.

afterwards i walked a block away to a restaurant i love called nataraj. i had the all-you-can-eat curry lunch buffet for $8 USD. wow! what a deal. i had not visited nataraj in 16 years. it looked exactly the same. i love it . . .