Project Japan 21


It’s 6am in Kyoto and I’m out running. Nobody knows I’m here. Not one person on the entire planet is thinking about me. I’ve never been here before and I don’t know where I’m going.

In a word: freedom.

To say I am insignificant is overstating the case. I am next to nothing: an alien thought bubble carried on the warm Japanese breeze.

Without looking, I find peace.


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