notes from a small apartment

i’ve been meaning to start this for a while, something like a diary i guess.

nothing deep, just a place to keep little pieces of life before they slip away.

i study music, vocals mostly and i play electric guitar too. i spend most of my time between classes, the diner and a few small gigs when i get lucky. still waiting for that moment when someone in the crowd actually remembers my name.

the diner where i work is straight out of an old american show, one of those old 60s style places with neon lights and roller skates. it’s silly, but it pays rent and the jukebox is cool.

most days, i end up in some cafe after classes, writing or just watching people pass by.
tokyo’s full of stories. maybe i’m slowly learning how to tell mine.

-k