I'm thinking this all mixes in my head into a soup. In my mind the whole Japan is now a big bowl of ramen with different flavours. Scratching the surface around strange places. Actually I think my brain is one ingredient in that soup. Where is my mind? Maybe I have the strength to make it to Tokyo and then back to Kyoto and that's it. I'm feeling old and silly. I don't remember seeing dreams in Japan.
It's 3.20 am.
Spending the whole days on my feet, wandering around alone til night. Starting to see funny stuff. And not so funny.
Found this by a shallow pool (the photo below).