last call for consciousness: i pretty much didn't sleep during the entire plane ride from boston to detroit to tokyo to japan. i'm functioning on less than fumes. my eyelids are slamming shut and i feel a lump in my throat. i'm squatting at my architect cousin's 12th floor penthouse office on the eastern side of taipei. i just have food on my mind but too tired to go out and risk passing out on the streets. tomorrow. tomorrow.