It’s been raining for 4 days straight. On the weekend the weather was somewhat indifferent. Like when you see a friend after ages and the anticipation of seeing them completely tips the actual experience overboard and you land with a splash inside a cold pool of de motivation, acted out in the form of a tiresome afternoon of ‘aahs’ and ‘hmms.’
It rained a little last week. However there is a major difference between last weeks’ rain and this weeks’ rain. This week Japan is anticipating a typhoon. I’ve been keeping up with the weather; we all have. In the morning while chewing on a perfectly formed piece of toast. While trying to recite my dreams to myself, while trying to regurgitate vocabulary for the daily test and simultaneously trying to swallow that perfect lump of unspoilt bread. Gazing through my thoughts, past my lashes, and over the raven dark heads of other weary college girls chewing on their flawless toast, an image cascades across the television. It’s been crawling towards that digital representation of Japan for a while now. The typhoon has been getting closer, and this morning it arrived.
The approaching mess of chaotic unknown which so objectively goes against everything Japan as a nation stands for, has been chartered and labelled. The winds are growing stronger and stronger (in fact as I write this I have just noticed my cherished yet somewhat dead potted plant has been blown into oblivion) however, I attend a hardworking university, and no amount of blustering gales and precipitation will stop classes from running, so I must brave the wind and rains (admittedly, it is sunny right now. But that wont last) and drag myself through the park which may or may not be flooded. I am somewhat nervous and expectant of great things happening in this gale, but part of me is also ready to be let down by its lack of force. They said we might get a day off! It was all lies! Already, I can feel myself diving into that pool of indifference and de motivation.
It rained a little last week. However there is a major difference between last weeks’ rain and this weeks’ rain. This week Japan is anticipating a typhoon. I’ve been keeping up with the weather; we all have. In the morning while chewing on a perfectly formed piece of toast. While trying to recite my dreams to myself, while trying to regurgitate vocabulary for the daily test and simultaneously trying to swallow that perfect lump of unspoilt bread. Gazing through my thoughts, past my lashes, and over the raven dark heads of other weary college girls chewing on their flawless toast, an image cascades across the television. It’s been crawling towards that digital representation of Japan for a while now. The typhoon has been getting closer, and this morning it arrived.
The approaching mess of chaotic unknown which so objectively goes against everything Japan as a nation stands for, has been chartered and labelled. The winds are growing stronger and stronger (in fact as I write this I have just noticed my cherished yet somewhat dead potted plant has been blown into oblivion) however, I attend a hardworking university, and no amount of blustering gales and precipitation will stop classes from running, so I must brave the wind and rains (admittedly, it is sunny right now. But that wont last) and drag myself through the park which may or may not be flooded. I am somewhat nervous and expectant of great things happening in this gale, but part of me is also ready to be let down by its lack of force. They said we might get a day off! It was all lies! Already, I can feel myself diving into that pool of indifference and de motivation.
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