Narita Aiport
Something so special you don't want to share. Except that there are terminals to spare. Yahoo-sponsored free internet, no time limits, no flashing ads and nice Toshiba laptops. The mouses are sponsored by VW.
But it's japan and so things are scaled tiny and, of course, the keyboard's not in english. Hit a key (not sure which) and keyboard launches anticipatory kanji. Shut down that window, opえｎ (see) another and back in business. Small pri背ce to pay.
No matter how delayed my flights have been - mornings, 3 hour stretches - still finding myself contented. I stroll the perfumes and study fellow passengers. The enjoyment is the entrapment, the zen is the severity of the limits - spatial, temporal - imposed.
Inspection of Asian packaging takes time, and to consider the candies. I have time to weigh Japan's packaging vis a vis Thailand's: the box of 12 things shaped like birds, the exclamation points.
Should just read my book but afraid to fall asleep at this point.
C - awake in Narita
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