August 26th, 2006
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The days after drinking or not sleeping are always cheap delerium. Everything is quieter, people seem to notice me more, or perhaps I’m hyper-conscious of my surroundings after stepping out of Sunkus with my can coffee, Deepresso. I felt straighter, taller, at five a.m. much of Tokyo is still asleep. But I saw the rooves and second stores of the huddled buildings that crowded the winding strets of my neighborhood. I am moving slowly, partly for lack of energy, partly for having a rare bouquet of time. Determined to spend the weekend dedicated to the last three weeks before Geisai, I fought a grueling and largely fruitless battle against shadow maps until four-thirty, at which point I meandered towards home, resting at Denny’s. Breakfast was an overpriced BLT and a quiet hour alone in the non-smoking section reading the central passages of CITR. The sun slowly rose behind overcast skies as dawn fell on the wet tennis courts.
