Tuesday, 22 October 2013

Surviving the journey

I lack certain survival instincts, yet I have a good immune system. Tokyo kept me on my toes, dancing through the crowds, but Fukuoka tests me differently. Here I am learning to live, as a person who is not a tourist but a resident, all be it as an outsider. I am looking hard and been looked at. My curiosity is matched by others' curiosity of me. Yet there is time, so much time, to be here and be still, to notice that which needs noticing.