Rebuild | Reburn
The only way for me to get around the mountains, the desert, and the sea is by boat. I also do not need any more air conditioning. I can’t think of a worse way to end my career. It seems as if the ocean should be the last thing on my mind, for the last two weeks, but after a week of wind and rain, it’s all I see. And the sun is out. This time of year is nice because the water is calm.
I have lived in Japan a long time. I have lived in a country of many contrasts: a nation of skyscrapers and the sea; a continent of mountains and skyscrapers; and a country of mountains and skyscrapers. But when I came back to Japan after three years, I came back to this one. And I think, as I do every day, that I am back to where I belong.
The first thing that happened as I stepped out of the airport was that I felt a sense of peace and quiet. It is the first time in a long while that I did not have to worry about the rest of the world. I could stay here and make the house feel like home, and be thankful for my escape.
There is nothing quite like the solitude of a ship in the middle of the ocean. Not just because of the lack of noise, but because there is nowhere else to go and nothing else to do. There is nowhere else to go and nothing else to do. There is nothing quite like the solitude of a ship in the middle of the ocean. Not just because of the lack of noise, but because there is nowhere else to go and nothing else to do.
I have spent the past week in a series of small villages with the same group of friends we began with three months ago, which I will continue for at least five weeks. It will not be in a city with all the distractions that are there now. It will be on a farm and in a village called Yamaguchi (山我), a farming town in a country I have never visited, and one that will keep me busy for the next five weeks.
I am spending this week, and probably the next, with a friend on his farm. This seems to be the last place I will ever want to go, but I