Takasaki is a city. Like a city-city. It reminds me of Nagasaki in a small way. And not just because they both end in "saki." Which, by the way, means "small peninsula." Nagasaki is "long small peninsula" (accurate description,) and Takasaki is "high small peninsula" (not accurate at all.) Go figure.
It wasn't until I was taking the train back home, watching the rolling countryside and listening to Nujabes (the only music I listen to on those trains,) that the memory of why I'm here kicked in again. Why I actually wanted to do this for so long. It's quite easy to forget. It's quite easy to romanticize the past and future and stew in the present. It's easy for me to let the day-by-day hassles and worries overcome the fact that I am, at this moment, a living breathing opportunity.
Typical 日本 through a smudged train window.
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