Static.
This is my first issue with this dress. It tickles my arms while the hair on them stands up straight, attentively awaiting orders from the dress which will issue the command for me to be shocked. It hasn't happened...yet. For now, I'm staying away from all trampolines, all plastic chairs and all giant metal popcorn bowls . The result thereof? Avoidance of all children's parties. (And that includes digs parties...which I'm missing as I plonk away on this keyboard.)
So as I hibernate in my res room in my pyjamas snacking on crunchy corn thins , with the hardest thing in my life being the fact that I have to wear the same pretty dress every single day and that it's making me a teensy bit static, I feel like an utter brat.
Japan has just had a huge disaster, what with earthquakes and tsunamis and oil refinery fires, potential nuclear leaks and the loss of many lives as a result thereof, and I can look at their shock and horror on my laptop screen while contently crunching down a corn thin. If I had a choice and if university did not nag for a pass from me I would love to fly over there and do what I could to help. Instead, I am useless to them.
So as my pathetic attempt at sympathising with one clock tick of a country, I want to accentuate its beauty through nothing other than Static. Take a moment and appreciate Japan and the art which was created because of it. It is truly mesmerising.
Here is what Tokyo looks like as of today.
