August 22nd, 2003
Kyoto
…Originally recorded August 14th…
I’ve been in Kyoto for three hours now. So far it’s been like visiting your old high school with a hangover…after having been dumped at prom. Though it’s a big city, I’m still in fear of running into someone I know. I’ve walked a grand arc through the places I used to frequent. I feel like I’m on an empty tour bus, “Wasteland of the Ignorant Fallen”. It’s still at least another half an hour until I see Rodney, but given my current mindset and his usual approach to support, I’m not sure I’m entirely looking forward to it. I want to be in a bed, near an open sliding glass door, inches from this rain and miles from anyone else.
Half the girls in this damn town look like her. Same hair, same makeup, same shoes, socks, build. Or maybe I’m seeing more similarities that there really are. [Ever seen Vertigo?] I’m actually quite disgusted with myself for the way I’m handling this whole thing, but I guess that’s why I’m in this situation: because of the way I handle things.
18 minutes.
I’m out of the rain, but sitting by the subway entrance at Shijo Karasuma is probably one of the top five places I could find trouble.
“The mass of men lead lives of quite desperation”, mine just happens to be punctuated by the occasional scream.
