photo by Okinawa Soba
Moving in a daze. Having read or listened to some 500 pages of amazing writing in the last three days. Thinking and doubting and sifting through it all. Looking to the passenger seat and see, clear as day a samurai lord glancing sidelong at me. Looking all the world as if he is impatient with my slow, awkward three point turn.
I take him all in and nod as I realize, it is just a reflection in the side window of the board game in the passenger seat. “Ohayo gozaimasu,” I say to the lord. Good morning. “Zen zen arimasen.” Not at all. There is nothing. All I can remember of the year spent learning Japanese, chasing one of many dreams.
And I cannot help but smile at how strange this journey of my life has been. Strange, absurd, and wonderful.
biru ni hon onegaishimasu. You remember that one too yes?
It has been an absurd journey, and I’d take it no other way.