hair,sofa,fall

Back in the office. Pretty chill week, and finally got around to taking care of some loose strings. Got my hair cut for one, I was looking like a rapscallion but now I'm all ship shape. It was kinda scary I admit, my first time to a barber shop in Japan. I mean, my hair's not that different, just blond and not as thick right? Anyway, there's always the possibility that being a small town, they just dont know what I'm going for. We'll in the end I got sorted out and he did decent job.

Also picked up a sofa as well. Bringing nothing from the states and moving into a two bedroom place you can imagine how empty it was (is). But the sofa in the spare room really ties the place together... Luckily, I inherited a bunch of stuff upon arrival: dishes, tables, fridge, washing machine, curtains etc. but being the designer that I am, I feel the constant cringe that these are not MY things, even though I own them, and that I'm just here temporarily. I sense an unstable feeling in the back of my mind that I can't really settle down unless I make the decisions. My car was bought with my money, and my searching it out (with great effort received from a good friend) and that feels like home. But the hodge podge of random collected interiors feels more like a college dorm room than a home. But isn't it a waste to go and hand select all the implements of life only to move away in a couple years? Perhaps I must settle and let a new relationship breed between myself and these alien objects. I did buy a couple basics, forks and spoons, that I always will choose to solicit their utility over the second hand goods, unless the occasion of receiving company designates the necessity of their use.

My personal collection of cutlery; however, offers great relief in preparing my daily bread. Even though I rarely have the chance to use the more professional equipment, my basic preparation knife holds familiar in my hand and I trust its edge despite the many times it has disagreed with me. My defeats are not easily distinguished until cheap and plentiful spirits have turned the scars brilliant red and they become affected like the leaves from this approaching winter.
It is cold. And colder it will become. The two comforters that ornament my bed provide more comfort in the thought of warmth than actual escape from early morning chill. Heating this winter is still an unresolved problem. Economy dictates restraint from conventional methods, so more 'primitive' means will most likely be the resort.
Just shy of skinning my own bear, and no thats not a masturbatory pun.

PEACE!!