back in the spin cycle
no matter what i do, i can’t escape japan.
today might be more than three years since i left, but i’m still a bit caught off guard with how much that experience has affected me. maybe that is the beauty of being lost in translation. unfortunately, i’ve never been able to explain it very well in words, so here it is (one more time):
i think i just left part of me there forever, and sometimes i’d like to be able to get back to where that is.