This time last year I’d gone to Asia twice in the span of less than a month. First to Tokyo with my friend Anna, in one of the most beautiful, dreamlike trips I’ve ever taken, and then to Shanghai for a work-ish trip, which was annihilating in its own way. The outcome of all this long-haul travel—almost four straight days, if you added up all the flights—was that my circadian rhythms were addled for several weeks. Setting the clock back an hour hardly meant anything to me when I was waking up every morning at 5 a.m.
moments of brightness
moments of brightness
moments of brightness
This time last year I’d gone to Asia twice in the span of less than a month. First to Tokyo with my friend Anna, in one of the most beautiful, dreamlike trips I’ve ever taken, and then to Shanghai for a work-ish trip, which was annihilating in its own way. The outcome of all this long-haul travel—almost four straight days, if you added up all the flights—was that my circadian rhythms were addled for several weeks. Setting the clock back an hour hardly meant anything to me when I was waking up every morning at 5 a.m.