footprints

Today I had one of those hang-overs where everything is fascinating. I really, geniunely love days like this. The smallest learning, like a life-altering revelation - every meeting, charming. The brain has been numbed and a child-like slow comprehension creeps in. An inocence, an odd purity. Such days are quite focussed in their own blurry way - time standing still and then going at a gallop then standing still and so on. Futsukayoi, 'drunk for a second day', is what the Japanese say. No beating about the bush, in its very literal form, I feel it describes the state a lot better than 'hang-over' which suggests only unpleasantness. The picture shown is what you love and hate about Japan - the overwhelming need to (over) package. I had the usual flood of guilt when I finished todays bento I bought from KYK (I always confuse with the other great Japanese institution who manufature zips) and was left with a mountain of waste which had a life span of 20 minutes. Fascinating.

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