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.
I gets weary, sick of tryin’
I’m tired of livin’, feared of dyin’
But ol’ man river
He just keeps
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.
Napping under thunder. Nagasaki. Nanosecond. Nascent and nebulous future. Narrowing. Nude. Nectarine. Native. Nova.
Feels like forever since I last saw the ocean.
One of my favourite pastimes is having meals with women with dyed hair who love food (disclaimer, I am also a woman with dyed hair who loves food).