-Moving rocks around or raking the forest; what in the west is Dante’s hell or Sisyphean toil is simply called shugyō (training) in Zen.
-A child playing in the snow will not realize he's cold or hungry or tired. Unless called home, he’ll play forever. Adults use the intellect to feel discomfort.
-Goth Obasan: fishnets, leopard skin sleeveless T-shirt, shades, David Sylvain hair, safety pins
-Moody melodic music which serves as BGM for the film playing before our eyes
-Old Portuguese/Japanese dictionary has “shizen” as “spontaneously” or “without external agency”
-I hate flying as a rule, and those long trans-Pacific marathons fray my nerves for the duration. That said, it was a very smooth crossing, uneventful except for the fact that I survived.
-A certain regatta look to an apartment block covered with drying clothes. Unshakable optimism on such a lousy grey day.
-Had a good laugh on the way to Osaka. And you need laughs if you have to go to Osaka.
-Mist on the rivers, mists between hills. A slow train loads up, ready to finish the day late, far off in Tokyo. In village after village, houses stand dark. Despite the beginnings of dusk, there’s not a light to be seen. Where are all the people?
-On the way to her hometown of Hiroshima, I listen to my (ex-)wife’s accent get broader and thicker.
On the turntable: John Lee Hooker and Miles Davis, "The Hot Spot"
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