A week or so ago I explored Koenji. A trendy little area with a kind of Bohemian feel. The streets are lined with secondhand clothing stores, record shops, and cafes that are either quaint or quirky. Koenji is known to be the home of 'alternative culture' in Tokyo. Think the Village in New York or Haight/Ashbury in San Francisco.
I don't know that it's still all that revolutionary, but it's my kind of place.
The rose tinted glasses weren't enough for me.
I believe in you. I want to believe in me. I'm a bundle of contradictions. Aspiring to be set free. I want to receive. I want to give. To let life flow through me; to simply breathe.
A paradox. A window. A broken dream.
Black and white and everything in between. Overflowing yet longing. Fresh but unclean. These words, they don't quite capture what I mean or what I see. I'm me, I'm me, I'm me! Whatever that turns out to be.