I really really don’t like retail therapy because it’s such a band aid solution. It just doesn’t solve anything and well it makes you poorer. In the end you are worse off. But the worst part is that it works so well, too well,
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For a while

Excerpt from my journal

I’m on a bus headed to Osaka - the ten-hour trip has just begun. We had just waited in the terminal (more like a steel bench) for two hours, enveloped in fog, engrossed in “4 Pics 1 Word.” Damned Tokyo and its dense population and painfully cold weather… I’ll miss it. Also I haven’t taken my Lost in Translation parody photo. Bill Murray it is. 

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I find myself thinking about Korina, amongst other people, and I realize I realize that the next time I see her will be the last. Korina is Tokyo right now. I can see her again but only to take photographs, only to part ways. I will miss her but I can do nothing - I can only let go.

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I just had an idea about trying to contact each other and to get her to write again. She needs it desperately, regularly, and with no one to tell her not to. I’ve thought of a way but I still fear the day where we’ll have nothing to say, the day when we feel it is useless to update because, how in the world will the other relate? But anyway, we can try, as awkward as it will be. At least we will.

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