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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.
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.
Dispatch № 66: Smooth Pursuit
Over time, stacks of these fragments string together and hang upon the backdrop from which they were extracted.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.