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Far and Away ...

I AM TIRED! It'’s 5am at home and 6pm here at Toyko. In another two hours I'’m going to hop on another plane to fly to Bangkok. From what I can tell, I'm either incredibly tired or incredibly awake. I'’m at the border between delirium and lucidity and don'’t know which side I am stepping into. For all I know none of this will make sense later, but heck who cares, I'’m in Toyko ...… no one understands me anyway.

One of the benefits of being stuck on a plane is that you have a lot of time to think. And a mind is a dangerous thing, you never want it to wander off too far into the deep end, especially when you'’re in delirium.

I thought about how awesome it would be if I could fly, how different life would be if I were far away from home again -– living another adventure, how sad it would be if my friends and family were taken away from me, how empty I would feel inside if I lived in a world where no one understands me. I wondered how life would like if I were on an episode of LOST along with the people on the plane with me. Think about how strange it would be to fight "“the others"” with a horde of Japanese people ...

Okay I'm definitely delirious and can'’t think straight. I need to go walk around and clear my head ...… I wish you were here with me.

Comments

Anonymous said…
what...?!? what are you doing there? hey, you're so close, you should pop by for a visit! :)
11:25 AM
Ken said…
I'm there for business ... only for a week though. Wish I could come visit, I might do that in the Spring!
12:51 PM
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