Being in such a traditional Japanese inn makes me realize how traditional my dorm room set-up has been.
The place smells entirely like hard boiled eggs—that’s something an online review can’t really capture. Is that when we know technology has gone too far? You’ll be able to digitize a smell?
I asked a train conductor if Mom and I were waiting on the right platform for our train. He opened up this insane schedule in the form of an accordion style book—not a linear time table, but a diagram made up of a series of arcs—to check if we were. It would be such an insane piece of visual design to study and I only got a 5 second glimpse of it.
We had to take a bus up into the mountains to get to our Ryokan. The bus was way too big from the roads.
Trees are just hairs on the Earth’s body.