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Dispatch № 68: Have Camera, Will Wander
This kind of rest is a sort that must be earned, in that it only exists on the far side of intense focus. It is found only after the work is done.
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Dispatch № 67: Continuity
It has been there for more than a dozen generations, and it may remain there for at least that much longer still.
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Dispatch № 66: Smooth Pursuit
Over time, stacks of these fragments string together and hang upon the backdrop from which they were extracted.
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For Medical Reasons, Somewhere in Japan Temporarily Delayed
I’m sitting in a hospital waiting room at about 11:30 PM on a Monday night because I’ve got a messed up knee, can barely walk, and I’ve got a high fever. Super-duper not comfortable.
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Dispatch № 65: I Am a Visitor Here
Not a fish out of water, but a fish temporarily in the wrong body of water. I’m a trout in a tide pool.
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Dispatch № 64: No Plan, Best Plan
We lingered there for a time, suspended in the moment, before continuing on, enjoying the snails and mushrooms in the undergrowth, the swaying of the forest canopy, and the trickling of a hillside stream.
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Dispatch № 63: No Return
The already-slippery concept eventually all but entirely lost its meaning after years as an emigrant and only regained some of its significance years after settling in Japan.
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Dispatch № 62: The Bike of Theseus
But it was a bike, and it was mine. A ticket to personal mobility and a way to get out of my apartment and get out of my head.
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Dispatch № 61: But Only Just
It falls on stone statues with both facial features and inscriptions worn indecipherable by centuries of exposure to the elements.
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Dispatch № 60: Skyglow
Many years later, I laid down and gazed up from the floor of the Gobi Desert, a place with a sky so dark that the Milky Way practically slaps you in the face. There’s no missing it.
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Dispatch № 59: Untethered
I lost track of the cicadas in a span of weeks during which I was trying to put my head back together and in a general state of tunnel-vision.