Coffee Log, Day 13


Coffee: Guatemalan Extra Dark Roast, Trader Joe’s

In Hiroshima there’s a wooded area next to downtown. You cross the river and climb a hill. There are lots of walking trails. In the middle of the trails is a big stone monument. I don’t know what it memorializes.

Sometimes I remember walking in Japan. It’s never the big attractions, just out of the way spaces. Less often, I remember taking walks in America. The more familiar you are with something the less it stands out but the more it affects you. The clouds are Japanese but my soil is American.

Currently Reading:
Interpreter of Maladies, Jhumpa Lahiri

“A city is a language, a repository of possibilities, and walking is the act of speaking that language, of selecting from those possibilities.” – Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust


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