Sometimes you wake up early in the morning, check your instagram account and find there an old acquaintance. “Hey there, acquaintance, any news?” – you say and dig into their account. And then, you see things you expected to see, except you were really wishing you won’t, so that a question still stays a question, a secret remains untold. Or at least, not shared with you. But it isn’t. “Hey there, these are my news!” – their account says, and then “click!”. It f@cks up your mood even though you know it’s stupid. Even though you know it’s past, and it’s wa-a-ay in the past, gone like booze from that bachelor party you never had. And then it rains. And you sit there, staring at those drops thinking “Why the heck do I even care?”. No answers. I guess it’s just human nature, we get sad on account of other people doing shit that (and now, important) might-have-touched-us-in-the-past-but-it-does-not-anymore. Fun? No. Worth it? No. Will I still do it? Not when I finish writing that. “Hey there, acquaintance. Please continue doing all that shit if it makes you happy!”. Ciao.
Oh, and it’s still that Ueno Park in the pictures. Still my first 12 hours in Tokyo. I wonder when I get past that date 😀