Thursday - working from home

Working from home is hard

This city is in a strange topsy-turvy whirlwind.

I have never felt so alive.

Literally.

Quite literally.

Ever breathing waking moment I feel alive.

My eyes are open.

My body erect.

I am hungry in every way possible.

I have a crystal clear clarity in my mind that is driven by something visceral, primal, something beyond conciousness.

And it trickles into my concsiousness in a delicious and filtered way.

I have never felt so focussed.

So alive in my body.

Like an animal who doesn't know what is happening, it just happens.

Every bite of food a lush miracle.

Every breath deep and blessed.

And cursed.

For what might be in it.

Breath deep and hard.

Breath through a mask.

And choices.

Choices seem so hard.

Yet as the week wears on.

And people leave and take action.

There is a gathering.

Of those of us who stay. And we're not sure why.

It just feels right.

And wrong.

And Tokyo is inside out - the streets lined with people in masks to protect against the pollen.

Lovely pollen.

Lined with people walking to and from work.

Cycling to and from work.

Usually these people would be invisible; underground.

Visible only when they surface from their station to make the brief walk home and to pick something up from the convenience store.

A beer.

Some chicken.

Read a magazine.

Now the trains are running on half schedule and get so packed at peak times, people are walking or cycling.

Frightened incase the earth shakes to its core again and they are underground.

In the dark.

Pitching. Pneumatic.

Prepared to walk to escape the irregularity.

The pictures you see of Tokyo teaming with people are true for the big cities.

Local areas are quiet.

Not so now.

And I feel love and clarity and more alive than ever.

xxx