Last week on a bus...hopefully my resolve sticks.

My mind is swimming with thoughts.

Thoughts of striving to change.

Anger at the Japanese and junta. Desire to walk the streets in protest or sit on a boat risking my life.

Disgust at the garments I've let adorn my person.

A sudden interest in abstract colour.

And...an unexpected, but perhaps inevitable, homesickness.

Regret at not making the most of my world.

And maybe my mind.