If I wanted someone to constantly inquire as to where I've been and what I've done I would move back to Kyoto.
*Drawing in a deep breath, he leaned back against the chair, his fingers temporarily abandoning the keyboard. His eyes drifted to a close as he briefly rubbed the bridge of his nose, then re-opened once more, exposing the world one fragment at a time. Once restored to its usual proportions his field-of-view scanned over the words on the screen before him, bringing about a gnawing sense of agitation. His fingers fell back to their original position.*
The holiday season is coming soon. I dread it more each day. Evergreens. Pseudo expressions of well-being. Ugh.
I'll be glad when everyone stops acting like they don't hate each other.