The way that languages have to be taught mean that you often end up in a position when you are trying to run before you can walk. At least this is what I tell myself as I continue to repeatedly smash my head against the metaphorical brick wall that is the Japanese language. Today we learnt the incredibly useful phrase: ‘A face like a horse’, and I for one can’t wait for the social situation to arise where I can use that particular gem.
At the risk of stating the bleeding obvious, learning Japanese really is incredibly difficult, and consumes far more of my time than I previously thought it would. This means that I have had to put a lot of projects on the back burner, and the flow of my writing output has become somewhat stagnated over the past couple of months. Sometimes it feels like I am putting so much effort into something which will not reap any significant rewards for a considerable time, and this is obviously maddening. It is at times like this that I take a deep breath, leave my work behind for a short while, and go and have a good old look at Tokyo. From a certain viewpoint, and at the right time of day (just before dusk) it looks and feels truly magical, and I am encouraged by the notion that one day I will be able to unlock all of the secrets that this sprawling metropolis has to offer; then it’s back to my freezing apartment room and under my kotastu, where I continue my education in how to tell someone that they have equestrian features.