back with the bike, goodbye
more than two weeks ago, i came in the cold. freezing and unsure if i was gonna make it. inside my chest wanted to cry out and go into my usual fit of hysteria but i found more satisfaction in resisting this involution. glad to be back with the bike, convinced of its therapeutic effect on my nerves i shall find a way to squeeze in a bike in the suicidal streets of my warm manila. now, i go and leave. two weeks has gone by so fast. kyoto is genteel and pleasant. just when i was beginning to find my ground and feel my way carelessly along the streets, tiny alley i have to temporarily leave. resume the nomad. now my restless body now yearns for light, sound, noise and more chaos, hello tokyo.
