I woke up at 7:30 this morning and couldn't fall back asleep so I started listening to Telefon Tel Aviv. This album (Immolate Yourself) always reminds me of Asia (namely Japan). I lay in bed for a while with my eyes closed and my sheets up to my nose and threw myself back into my memories of Japan. Two months later and I can still feel the icy cold air biting at my cheeks. I can still feel the chaos of people slightly brushing against me on the streets. I can still see the bright lights and characters I don't understand. I can still hear the intercom at the train station, and the tones that sounded each time a train pulled up. I can still see the landscape, homes and buildings fly by me as I sat on the trains with my nose glued to the windows. It still feels like I'm there sometimes -- almost as if my life here is unreal and one day I will wake up and be in Japan again. I will open my eyes and find myself sitting inside that little red booth inside that little red bar in Tokyo, with my friends by my side all swaying to the sounds coming from the two Japanese kids performing on stage. I can still feel how free it felt to be there, and waking up this morning in my white bed in my white room reminded me of all the colors of Japan... and how out of place I feel here at times.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
stay away from being maybe.
I woke up at 7:30 this morning and couldn't fall back asleep so I started listening to Telefon Tel Aviv. This album (Immolate Yourself) always reminds me of Asia (namely Japan). I lay in bed for a while with my eyes closed and my sheets up to my nose and threw myself back into my memories of Japan. Two months later and I can still feel the icy cold air biting at my cheeks. I can still feel the chaos of people slightly brushing against me on the streets. I can still see the bright lights and characters I don't understand. I can still hear the intercom at the train station, and the tones that sounded each time a train pulled up. I can still see the landscape, homes and buildings fly by me as I sat on the trains with my nose glued to the windows. It still feels like I'm there sometimes -- almost as if my life here is unreal and one day I will wake up and be in Japan again. I will open my eyes and find myself sitting inside that little red booth inside that little red bar in Tokyo, with my friends by my side all swaying to the sounds coming from the two Japanese kids performing on stage. I can still feel how free it felt to be there, and waking up this morning in my white bed in my white room reminded me of all the colors of Japan... and how out of place I feel here at times.
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for some reason i got the chills while reading that. i thought planning a 20-day trip there was way too long, but after reading that maybe it isn't quite enough! can't wait for it now
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