Flux

The definition of refuge has been put to the test this week.

Reluctantly, I must admit, dragging a Jiroh the insomniac to a coffee shop was not the best idea. Although, the sudden influx of caffeine may explain away his current sleeping patterns. Of course, it may just be that all the sleep he's accumulated prior is catching up with him. It's unclear whether he plans to make the cafe a frequent haunt, something that I suspect will be revealed in time.

I find myself not caring as much about my retreat as I once would have. There was a certain charm to relaying the day's events in a journal and cup of coffee by my side. That projected leisure seems all but lost. Granted, I still have the option of reading a book, but that seems far too bland for my taste.

There have been times where my fingers itch as if to pick up a pen, only to realize that the laptop is now my forum. I wonder if it wouldn't be easier to simply perpetuate small talk to appease kantoku and leave my personal thoughts under lock and key. I should think on it more. Rash decisions lead to nothing but headache.

Oshitari Yuushi