This evening, on my always pleasant twilight bike ride home from work through the park, I stopped to buy a beer from the little kiosk near the bridge, and then sat and drank it as the sun died. The days are getting shorter fast and I have seen some leaves with orange tips, not a good sign. But, I must confess, I will be glad to be past this summer. Maybe one of the worst, most boring, barren, broke, lonely and enervating summers of my life. Way too much free time (school holidays) and way too little company (because everyone in this city works themselves to death) and cash (note to all - don't EVER move twice in the space of 3 months in Tokyo. It destroys any form of financial security you have in place). I have been reluctant to mention it here because, well, it makes for really boring reading. Boring is as boring does.

What it translates to is a complete lack of creative electricity:

The purpose of art is not a rarified, intellectual distillate - it is life, intensified, brilliant life. (Alain Arias-Misson via Artists Way)

Some people might call it blog block. Others might call it being gutless. I call it standing still, and I can assure you it is NOT where I want to be. This site, and my (lack of) photography certainly speaks volumes about what's going on (or not going on as the case may be) in my life, and I think the planned one month timeline for the sites redesign may take a bit longer.... I have more important stuff to sort out. Doesn't mean it won't happen though.

I am thinking about going home soon (at least for a little while). I miss my people. My dear, dear people.