My house is clean. Very clean. In fact, I have no furniture. Living in an empty house is interesting - gives you a whole new perspective on things. It's kind of like when you begin to write a book - it's an empty house waiting to be filled with personality, with a thousand small touches that turn a house into a home. Some homes are cluttered, while others are very minimalist, but which is better depends on who you are. Exactly like a book.
That philosophical piece of writing comes to you courtesy of all the carbs in my system. I just returned from a pancake breakfast that streeeetched past lunch. All the food was golden brown - muffins, pancakes, corn bread and even the peach sauce, and the company brilliant. A great way to spend my last Saturday in Japan.
What're you up to? Any philosophical thoughts?