I rose late today, still sleeping with the pillow and pillowcase I brought with me. It holds scents from the trip still, from the caravan, from moisture, and from someone's shampoo, and I find that I like it.

On another note, I also arrived home to find that my latest investment had arrived, in the shape of the complete, feature-length James Clavell's Shôgun miniseries. Nine hours and 26 minutes of top-notch filmmaking should make for a good, inspiring night or two. I've read the book twice and caught a fair bit of the series as it has been aired in Sweden (two times since I first noticed it at around six years of age I think), but I have never seen it in uninterrupted completeness.

Should you ever watch it, take note of Yôko Shimada as Lady Toda Buntaro Mariko. My epitome of beauty, grace and self-sacrifice, since I was six years old.

"Mariko-san, it was your karma to die gloriously and live forever.
Anjin-san, my friend, it is your karma to never leave this land.
My karma - which I did not choose - is to become Shôgun."