“And she learned that you couldn’t stockpile anything that mattered, really. Feelings, people, songs, seasons, sex, fireworks: they existed only in time, and when it was over, so were they.”
I’ve finally met Kyoto, and she’s as lovely as I’d imagined.
Walking down Takeshita street on a Saturday is absolute chaos.
A welcomed assault on the senses.
“Some days are for falling in love with cities, some days for falling in love with people and some for your time in solitude.”