The Sign

Almost a year ago I came out of the dingy depths of Tokyo’s ‘Loft’, to find my friend Adam conversing with a Czech ex-Hare Krishna monk, who was giving away CDs for donations. It was 4 am at the time. We had just lived through a Merzbow gig. I hadn’t slept for 25 hours.

Today the same thing happenned. On Hania’s main street, I get accosted by a Czech Hare Krishna monk, giving away his CDs. His music is pretty good though. He also plays in a Doors and a Nirvana covers band. I’m taking this as a sign that I’m on the right path.