It has been five months now that I left the land of the rising sun to land on the land of the dropping "rising rent"...
Thanks to the world recession, prices are calming down a bit in the land of the fancy "architectures".
Five months without a word.
I recall having lots of things to say but noted nothing down...
Now I realize I have no tracks. No history. which adds more void to this emptiness.
I hope to be more productive on this dry land. Perhaps it's just the whole atmosphere that is inhibiting.
When the enlightening stops shining, the magic goes away, facinations falls apart and interest fades away. I mean, when that Leitmotiv stops burning, one better find a new flame.
