this morning i arose at six to pray to the gods at a shrine and watch the sunrise over the city; the first sunrise of a new year. a temple, another shrine, okonomiyaki, feasts, purikura and harry potter. english is beginning to sound foreign and i feel more comfortable disregarding it; i don't know who i'll be when i get home next month, but i feel miles away from the person i left in australia. this year holds so many exciting possibilities and opportunities and i'm going to embrace them all. i don't feel like myself, but i never did have a 'self' to begin with. right now i'm yearning for it to snow, but somehow it snowed everywhere it japan yesterday except for tokyo. i feel so disconnected from the real world, and lost in the frivolity of exploring a new world and communicating in a different tongue, of kabuki and tea ceremony and buddhism merged with fashion and karaoke and arashi and youth and quirkiness, of masses of people and life and colour and noise.
