I find there are parts of my life that are too un-wordable to put into words. Its not that I'm afraid of sharing but the words are gone. Does this happen to you? Maybe because the underlying condition lacks the hope and inspiration that makes "wording" something compelling. So I'll put up some tulips to tone down the nihilism.
I've spent the last fews days glued to the news. Watching Japan. Just watching. Just watching. Wondering. I go through the file cabinet of my Japanese experiences, mentally ticking through photos of Tokyo, Nagano, Karuizawa, old friends living there. I internally remind myself after watching a program that its not just a talking point. Its humans.