Inspiration is low. Work ethic is at an all time low. Holding the pen in my hand feels foreign, and I shake these days. I have hardly produced anything for the past couple of months. I have to remember that I have to make stuff, because I get sad if I don’t. I do not have an end goal, I just know I have to make things for me. Showing them off online is an added bonus, sure, but that is not why I have to make stuff.

I have a hard time explaining this feeling of control to people who do not experience the same discontent when not making stuff. I feel in control and on top of my life when I make stuff. It doesn’t have to be pretty, and it doesn’t have to be useful. if it is, it is always a bonus as well, though.

I hate writing about art / illustration / photo / creativity, because I feel it makes me seem self-righteous and full of myself. I don’t know how I can write about creativity and creating stuff without sounding pompous.

It happened again. I fell off the wagon, and now I have 300+ pictures and posts dated back all the way to January which I should really get off my phone and camera, and onto the screen.

A beer tasting in Roppongi at Brew Dog, and take-away sashimi for a dinner at home in solitude watching SVU. I have watched all the episodes of SVU at least three times, but I re-watch them every year just because of detective Olivia Benson.

Sashimi at a restaurant 50 meters from my house I finally tried. It was decent. // A random sake-bar in Kagurazaka. I want to explore Kagurazaka more. They say it is like Tokyo’s “Little Paris” with all of its little bistros. And I do believe it, but all the shops are closed after lunch and before dinner, and I can never seem to get to Kagurazaka just in the right time to catch either lunch or dinner. I will make another attempt next month.

It snowed for a total of one day this year in Tokyo. It was back in January. I compensated with Dominos and a ton of snacks.

I finally did a manicure myself I was very happy with.

This is the ceiling of a the Pelican bar in Omoide Yokocho (Memory lane / Piss Alley), in Shinjuku. If you ever go to Shinjuku, you should check this tiny alley out. It is on the north side of the station, and you can not see much of it from the street. If you enter, you will be transported into an entire other world completely. The streets in the little maze are very narrow, and there are hundreds upon hundreds of tiny tiny bars and restaurants. Whenever I have brought visiting tourists to this area they have absolutely loved it, because it is very different from anything else.

Semi-homemade salad with tobiko. // I visited Calico Cat Cafe again in Shinjuku.

Thank you Engrish. // A dessert from an Alice in Wonderland-themed resturant in Shinjuku. Themed restaurants have lost most of my interest, but my friends wanted to go, so I tagged along. I do not recommend this particular place. The interior was very Alice in Wonderland, but the food was nothing special, and the service was absolutely terrible, we had to wait over 1 hour for a plate of pasta. Do go if you are obsessed with Alice in Wonderland. Don’t go if you are obsessed with good food and decent service.

A walk in Yotsuya in February. Right now all the trees in the right picture are probably covered in sakura.

Some random salmon sushi from a random place in Shin-Nakano. // OMG. This is ankimo (monkfish liver) and shirako (fish sperm sack), and it was probably some of the best I have ever had. I found this tiny out-of-the-wall izakaya in Shin-Nakano by chance, but if you are in the area, I highly recommend Retto. Absolutely everything I had there was incredibly delicious.

Here are some mobile pictures from January  I love all the potted gardens around in Tokyo. People might not have much space, but they keep on making the most out of the space they do have.

My friend came to visit from Norway, and she brought cheese doodles. I am in love with OLW cheese doodles.

And sushi. Always sushi. My diet conists of 50% crap and 50% super-healthy fish. I hope it evens out if you add it all together. I will probably get mercury poisoning sooner or later from all the tuna I have consumed.

And I love how even cheap and regular Izakayas have delicious food.

I smoked a water pipe in Japan for the first time. It tasted like raspberries, and it was quite good. I still quite don’t understand the fascination with water pipe bars, but it was a fun experience none the less.

I had messy hair all month.

I will always love these streets. It feels like home.

I bought a new necklace – it was on sale, and I absolutely love it.

Bad diet VS good diet. The bad deepfried kushikatsu was delicious. So was the sushi.

I got back to Japan in early December, and this is pretty much what I have been spending my time doing. Eating my way through Tokyo again. The uni was delicious.