As if it somehow knows it's wrung every last ounce out of me, Japan loosens its grip. The vast silence of the countryside penetrates this lovely tatami room as Taishi sleeps by my side. A gentle rain percolates through the cold moist air and pitter-patters on everything except me.
Finally.
The horror of tomorrow's trip looms but it is lessened by the promises of its rewards: Home and Brigitte.
Thus this fucking blue sleeping pill and glass of sake better fucking work, pronto.
Oh those little blue pills. Zopiclone (Imovane), I presume. I developed quite a fondness for them. Finally got off them a few months ago. They do work though.
ReplyDeleteHope you have a good trip back. I certainly don't envy you with respect to the travelling.
Pleasant dreams.
Yup, you hit the nail on the HEAD. Zopiclone, that addictive fucker . . . but I treat it with respect. I know that if you keep doing it, it will get you. So I lay off it very often and just let nature do its work.
ReplyDeleteIf I can't sleep, fine. I just DON'T I'm so used to not sleeping that it's become my "second life" and I'm actually grateful that I'm aware of more time on Earth.
And see the post to see how the trip went. Thanks for posting, Jeff, when are you coming by?