it's a sunday morning in tokyo
I wake up around 9 to a lovely call from Jano in Austria after my night of bar-hopping with Digiki and Robert. After a quick jog, I buy bento and a canned coffee at 7-11. I come back to this charming apartment a friend has extraordinarily graciously lent me while I am here, post some pictures on my blog, skype with an old friend in the deep south, transfer the video of my performance last night at Mogra, a very cool cafe/gallery, arrange my clothes into a wash pile, have interspersed moments of melancholy because I am leaving in two days, and just feel myself afloat in the sea of spectacle and ancient ghosts that is Tokyo. All the while loud crows are having very serious conversations above the city.
Then, tonight, I'm very much looking forward to the event at Highti that Satoshi has organized.