Sometimes I get so carried away making up fictional languages I spend hours trying to straight out things like gender and quantity related verb forms (and prefixes/suffixes).
writing is when you find yourself researching stages of death, rigor mortis and severed extremities while eating lunch at work
Opened utube window that was not logged into my account for once and showed me the ‘common’ front page.
And the first thing I saw was the ‘Let’s fry MacBook as tempura’ video with over a million views…
Why, human beings, why…
What still shocks me from time to time in Japanese cicadas is how so much noise can come out from such a tiny body, which doesn’t really have much in it anyway.
Sometimes you can walk under a tree that is making as much noise as an elephant would if it was a cicada. Literally, it is deafening. It is louder than my music and that says something.
The better the the book the harder it’s to choose the next one…
What really sucks about being a woman is the fact that no matter how much control you might have most of the time, once a month a time will come when all the bad things in you, and especially in your head, will get all amplified by hundreds and brought out to the very surface. Because fluff you, hormones.
And my liver said ‘fluff no’ to pills, so I’m riding it out on calming teas, even if just for a placebo effect.
And music in my earphones too loud to hear anything else in my head.
There are dead tropical butterflies on the floor of Tokyo metro.