Tokyo Myo͞ozik – 5/1/2020

A gathering storm electrifies the horizon and I feel woefully inadequate in its wake. My pandemic uniform of shorts and t-shirts suddenly feels shredded and the perpetual mug of coffee cradled in my hand has gained weight from the gravity of it all. My eyes have become ruddy from the incessant discourse of visual stimulation blaring from the monitor that inanely shrieks for my attention despite the fact that the Internet is slower than a snail on sleeping pills. My palate has lost all sense of responsibility and holds no protests to its daily feast of oat porridge and eggs. I wander aimlessly in the well manicured botanicals of my domicile like a bee that has ingested too much mead. There is laughter in the air, but it does not echo from within and despite my grand efforts to secure its source, it fades in and out like my consciousness. Only the analog calendar languidly adorning my wall reminds me of the passage off time and with each mark of a day expired do I know it is time to slumber. This morbid and sensual feeling of dislocation has only visited me once before after partaking in a potent herb in the darkened room of a pedestrian friend. I search for a rainbow for guidance, but there is no rain to be found in this neck of the globe.

Oooo…..my favorite show is about to go on. Replenish your soul with this track and enjoy the fine weather.

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