After being in a full train smelling last night’s yakitori garlic breath off several salarymen’s mouth – I had left my bike in Omotesando last night – I stop for a morning coffee and think of the deadlines waiting to be met, shouldn’t I go straight to the studio instead of taking time off? By taking a breath, relaxing and looking around you get so much energy and ideas I keep wondering why I don’t do it more often. How sad to think many consider a 9 to 5 work day (maybe more 9 to 10-ish, where I live) as a productive day. I feel privileged and lucky, although yesterday’s immigration lawyer saw me as a pitiful person when I tried to explain I don’t have a real job or salary and I don’t really know how much money I make a year, nor it all interests me. This fixation with materiality is everyday further and further away from me. Sometimes I worry, shouldn’t I care more?… But this morning I read about Ronald Searle’s retreat and I know one day I will leave it all behind again and move to Tourtour. Or maybe not. Maybe I am in Tourtour already. Un autre café s’il vous plaît.


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Luis Mendo

Drawing myself away in Tokyo. 面倒くさい。 www.luismendo.com

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