A gloom has descended as the rainy season begins; we are energyless; listless, this weekend, after the return to work. It has been more positive and energising than I anticipated, if fraught and suffocating in all the headgear -but on Friday I was so zoned out, blasé : I felt almost as if I no longer existed.
Just been to the local shops for provisions.
Cakes. Condensation, like rain, on the refrigerator.
I love custard, and could not resist.
Had to stop to take a picture of these roses.
But can you believe that I forgot to smell them?
Even the cat has picked up the melancholy.
We were supposed to be going to the Black Lives Matter march in Tokyo this afternoon, which a lot of our Tokyoite friends are attending; but have decided to donate instead. I feel guilty, but after all this quarantining and caution, the thought of crowds shouting and mingling when the coronavirus is still circulating up there – right in the centre of the city, especially Shinjuku, the area we go to the most – is just too daunting. Call me a coward.
Lily-livered.
These are the magnolias I mentioned the other day.
I took these pictures on Thursday – I got there just in time. Now most of them are decomposing on the branch.
The Black Narcissus 