Probably the hardest thing after not writing for a long time is overcoming the guilt to do so again. Creating always starts with forgiveness, a lot has changed but this still holds true. All I needed was a touch of color. I owe Tokyo a lot, I think I learned to breath different here. It’s such a shock to think back on the months prior and realise I was waiting for something—anything—to grab me by the shoulders and will me to live again. There’s so many moments I’ve locked away inside vending machines and in between metro seats. I’ve left pieces of myself, as crumbs in the streets to find my way back.