have you ever had a night out that just made you sick? i’m not talking about drinking too much; not that kind of sick. i’m refering to the feeling you get after you realize you’ve done something that just didn’t mesh with your philosophy; a feeling that you’ve wasted time, money, emotion and energy on the pursuit of something trivial and base. friday night turned out to be the most ridiculously wasteful and meaningless night i’ve spent in roppongi since arriving in japan. i despise roppongi. i will be completely content if i never spend another evening in roppongi as long as i live. i need a break from japan. my class in newport and the subsequent trip to visit friends could not possibly come at a better occasion. my creative reaction to friday night:
waste
Undeniably, I said
Softly, replied
The past
Dead
Dollar rise, dollar fall
The creation of man-made things
Changed us
God in a neon sign
A generation of degenerates
Subsiding on emptiness
Beckoned onward by a false justification
A tear
From her eye
She’s stopped eating now
She’s so thin
It’s beautiful













