in my momentary nap back in the cab, i dreamt i made a lone trip down to japan with a backpack filled with nothing but a worn down mole-skin journal. men were in business-suits , women in yutaka , kimonos and i think i walked past a bookstore that had weird kanji , hiragana scribblings all over the window where an impish looking man ,standing nearby, slapped one of his brochures onto my face .before i could even react to it, i found myself stuck in the middle of a sleazy looking queue , waiting to order some huge ass sake bottles and two unajuu.apparently, the eatery sits their customers right outside the doorsteps of a TEMPLE so when my order came , i sat right outside savouring the unagi and alcohol within the parameters of the sacred space.
heh.i blame the towers of ale, but it’s been a long while since i had the energy to even dream so i think …it’s a good sign.
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