“This is not the end, this is not the beginning. Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision, but you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm and though the words sound steady something’s empty within ’em…Waiting for the end to come wishing I had strength to stand, this is not what I had planned. It’s out of my control…Flying at the speed of light, thoughts were spinning in my head…With fists flying up in the air like we’re holding onto something that’s invisible there, ’cause we’re living at the mercy of the pain and the fear. Until we dead it, forget it, let it all disappear…” – Linkin Park
For the first time in over a year, I’ve gone a day in Tokyo without eating a bowl of ramen. And all I ate today was this lousy beef bowl. Something has got to change.