tomorrow is a week after you left. today is two weeks since I left Japan. and two weeks and a half since I last saw you

nobody pushed me down from the platform to the railway. no earthquake ruined the hotel I was staying in. our plane did not crush because of the dreadful weather. and none of the buses I get on everyday got in an accident because of their usual competition with the other buses driving by their sides

the food I eat contains no dangerous viruses. no stray dogs bite me. no maniacs run around. no thunderbolts. no danger

in other words, I am still alive. 'tis hard, 'tis painful and 'tis not better than before, but I keep on struggling