& Skraps [TOKYO]

I'm in my sweats, ready for bed. It's silent in my apartment, cold outside. Two towells are blowing in the wind, hanging from the clothesline outside. Will it be sunny when I wake up tomorrow? What am I doing in Japan?

These are the two questions I'll sleep with. The first isn't up to me. The second one...I feel like the towells flopping in the wind. Directionless. Not sure where it will take me. The memories from Tokyo, they're the stove that miraculously keeps me warm tonight.