visiting the shrine at night with friends was serene, sober, and calm.
new year’s eve was intensely disassociative for a few moments - caught in the haze and fog of club womb, the crowds in shibuya, switching languages every other sentence, drinking tequila with friends and strangers alike.
that moment, with just footsteps shuffling and the clink of 5 yen coins.
the cold water to cleanse the hands and swish in the mouth.
the shiver that ran through the body.
the omikujji said i’ll have great fortune; though i didn’t want to know the future, so I took a photo for later and tied it in a small knot with all the others.
thank you for 2014.
thank you for the crashing waves and whining jet engines, thank you for the remote heights and the familiar lows and the salty tears and sweet kisses.
thank you for hearts that beat close and far away from mine.
thank you for the sister on her wayward path and the mother who worries.
to the friends, family, fortune, and faraway places — i give thanks for the lessons of the past year and vow to act with wisdom, fairness, and kindness in 2015.