Japan · journal

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.

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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.