Kobe
I didn’t see any of the standard tourist sites in Kobe except for Chinatown; I was here for a Frank Lloyd Wright-designed house that was closed for renovation when I was last in Japan, just outside of the city. I had a marvellous time: the aforementioned house which was beautiful and nearly empty of visitors, charming carpentry tool museum, secondhand bookshop, artist studios under train arches, a whole room to myself in a converted old doctor’s clinic, local shotengai looking for tsukemono, onsen day at a 70s hotel over in Arima, lots of cable cars.
All we have is now
Rolling along
I gets weary, sick of tryin’
I’m tired of livin’, feared of dyin’
But ol’ man river
He just keeps
rolling along
I miss the feeling of going somewhere and living a life expectant that tomorrow brings surprises and pleasures, sunsets and joy. Lately I have been collecting chestnuts and wearing a big check coat, sitting on a bench and staring at browning leaves and crisp blue skies.
One day I’ll write about all the trains I’ve travelled on, and where they’ve taken me.
Things that start with N
Napping under thunder. Nagasaki. Nanosecond. Nascent and nebulous future. Narrowing. Nude. Nectarine. Native. Nova.
