Time

Time is a very weird thing. Particularly so for me at the moment.

At first, when I arrived, the minutes and hours would fly by but the days would drag and I couldn't believe that I'd only been in Tokyo for two days.

But now, I've been here two weeks and I can't think where all the time has gone. Have I really been here for two of each day? Is that possible?

Looks like I haven't quite left the dream-like state yet. I wonder if I'll look back at this trip like a dream, like it never really happened.

Yume no chikara...