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Sannn..niii.. ichhhi..!! Joya countdown in Kyoto -this was cool. when we started walking out towards shrine at 11 odd, i wondered where ALL these people suddenly walked out from.




it seems that i tend to miss things that i can just go on missing. Putting aside things that were never in the first place; each memory can never be revived in the whole sense of it.
Isn't this..a fundamental logic for reality to qualify in the sense of the word itself, and to be understandable in human terms. Precious yet a pity, or a pity thus precious, or...

This is a continual forward moving process, yet i do try to drag memory to bide by my pace.
Memory is like layers of life; it adds on.. it colors.. it becomes.
A person that holds on to no memory, is in lack.
Yet..one that tries to live backwards in the alcove of memory loses the now, and will forever be in lacking.

What are you short of? I fall short of it all, but am short of nothing at all?


things, as in solid things, help remind of memory. and i keep losing things; its an in-born-chronic-i-have-no-idea-how-it-happens condition.



So much to Japan trip i want to keep. in its whole sense. in its whole.

Its important to me, to remember.. scenes, moments, and how they translated in my mind's eye and the thoughts that ran through at the instant.

to keep it all.