| | I'm still here. Still in Fukuoka. Still scraping by on a meager wage. Still trying hopelessly to learn the abomination that is the Japanese language.
Nothing much is new. School is still slow but I am getting paid enough to get by now. I have a line on a job close to Tokyo but i feel that moving is a pain in the ass.
Recently I wrote a couple pieces whilst bored (on my iPod no less). The first piece is a narrative describing a typical scene in the shopping districts of Fukuoka. The second piece is a little idea for a short story that may or may not be written to completion. Enjoy.
Also I will upload some new photos to my flickr page http://www.flickr.com/photos/farang_noi so check it out.
Aaron
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We flow in and out of the arterial entrance to a nameless department store, ushered invisibly by some eventual eventide. Sidelong glances are but the only views we receive of our counterparts, cultural shackles holding us back from unbridled communication. And in the mess stands a little girl, probably not yet in her 5th year of life, smiling a smile of chocolate ice cream. She radiates an innocence that is both profound and compelling. Suddenly her brother, even younger in years, toddles off into the pulsating crowd, followed quickly by his concerned father.
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Drakkus is not a sane man. His last shreds of sanity puttered away from the 3-ringed circus of the eighties in a bright red clown car. But to make up for this lack of sound reasoning, Drakkus has a powerful skill; he can always sense the truth.
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| | Posted 9/24/2008 9:05 AM - 26 Views - 4 eProps - 3 comments
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