→ 12 Apr 12 at 2 pm
Ibaraki City, Osaka.
I cycled around by myself for a while until it got dark.
It’s liberating to be in a foreign place, where you can’t communicate with people, and writing turns into incomprehensible squiggles and speech becomes just a series of sounds. Essentially, I was forced to be alone and I felt like I’ve only met myself for the first time.