Leaving a place and its people behind is a small death. These days I'm preparing myself for that through a daily routine of slowing down time and trying to let go of those things I attached myself to or got used to during these two years. Now that the days are getting scarce I realize that after all I was just another visitor and not a resident. But have I or will I ever be anything else, anywhere. My roots are not in the soil but in a suitcase.
Omiya, Kyoto, July 3rd: