River of dreams
This post shouldn't be so embarrassingly confessional as the last. I was dazed and drowsy then, and I'm so glad few people read it.
Toshima seems to have returned to relative normality here. Repairs here remain slow, but surely I should be back in my room by the end of this week. I can't complain, given that I have four standing walls and electricity, but I do miss my "home", as it were.
I've taken to writing to fill the days. I mostly write personal vignettes from childhood, interspersed with a bit of fiction and a few stories from my later life. They're hardly thrilling, but I find the process of writing soothing. I've reached the point everyone in this business does eventually; melancholy and frequent introspection. I wouldn't go so far as to call it depression, having been in the throes of true depression before, but I'm more serious and moody than usual. It's a pesky feeling and I'll be grateful when it passes. I just hope I don't lose it and snap at someone before then. Reading through people's entries and comments threads, I've had moments where I wanted to, but thankfully kept my finger from the Reply button. Lord knows I don't need to get on anyone else's bad side.
This is a very strange question, and unlikely to come to anything, but given that there's a (dilapidated) chapel, I wonder if there's any English Bibles here. I'd be interested to see what parallels to Toshima I can find in there.
Toshima seems to have returned to relative normality here. Repairs here remain slow, but surely I should be back in my room by the end of this week. I can't complain, given that I have four standing walls and electricity, but I do miss my "home", as it were.
I've taken to writing to fill the days. I mostly write personal vignettes from childhood, interspersed with a bit of fiction and a few stories from my later life. They're hardly thrilling, but I find the process of writing soothing. I've reached the point everyone in this business does eventually; melancholy and frequent introspection. I wouldn't go so far as to call it depression, having been in the throes of true depression before, but I'm more serious and moody than usual. It's a pesky feeling and I'll be grateful when it passes. I just hope I don't lose it and snap at someone before then. Reading through people's entries and comments threads, I've had moments where I wanted to, but thankfully kept my finger from the Reply button. Lord knows I don't need to get on anyone else's bad side.
This is a very strange question, and unlikely to come to anything, but given that there's a (dilapidated) chapel, I wonder if there's any English Bibles here. I'd be interested to see what parallels to Toshima I can find in there.