Dispatch № 16:Four on Trains
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If a train is crowded enough, there can be a phenomenal amount of physical pressure exerted on standing passengers.
Dispatch № 15: Rabbits
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There are many rabbits in this place. It is a shrine dominated by them. Some of them are doing jobs more commonly held by foxes or lion-dogs, while others hide in corners of carvings or sit under shelters, relaxing in their old age.
Dispatch № 14: In the Mist
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Normally, this road would be busy with weekend visitors, but today it feels as if we have the mountain nearly to ourselves. For this, I can thank the weather.
Dispatch № 13: There if You Want to See Them
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When we no longer need something, we stop paying attention to it. And when we stop paying attention to it, it begins to fade out in our active awareness.
Dispatch № 12: Hearing Earthquakes
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It’s like an impossibly large machine has just switched on, far enough away that the actual noise of it is gone, but the low rumble of its vibrations carry through the ground and into your body.
Dispatch № 11: The Last Day
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Yesterday was my last day of work at the English-teaching Job I’ve had since May 2015. Or, it would have been, had they given me any classes. Instead, I got my farewell, a final middle finger, in the form of an empty schedule.
Dispatch № 10: Thirty Years
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About thirty years. That’s the average lifespan of a house in Japan. The day a new home is finished is the day it begins depreciating. Within twenty years or so, the value of the structure will be zero.
Dispatch № 9: Sleepless Quiet
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Slipping on my hanten and loosely tying the front is now second nature. I barely even notice having done it.
Dispatch № 8: A Surprisingly Deep Bowl
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How many organisms does it take to make a bowl of soup? If it’s miso soup, the answer is usually around nine. Surprised?
Dispatch № 7: In a Vast, Sleepy Valley
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In sleep, our world balloons endlessly as our dreams spin fibers of imagination into vast tapestries of otherness. These are dotted with peculiar structures of meaning, the significance of which flees quickly upon sleep’s end.