for me there are two sucky things about traveling: 1) packing, 2) coming back. about the latter, i end up feeling anti-social. i want to hide from most people. and once i'm discovered it turns into a broken record: "oh my god, you're back! how was it? what was your favorite part?" and the only words i can find are "it was amazing." i struggle to find a follow-up sentence to that phrase. everything i enjoyed about my trip to japan was internal and intangible. attempting to put it into words feels silly, but still, i try. it was the people. it was the bright lights. it was the food. it was the fact that i was off of work for two weeks. but mostly it was the funny feeling i felt when i stood around completely lost and completely aware of myself at the same time. it was...
this:
traditional kimonos in the midst of modern life
goth girls with LV bags
school girls
funky fashion in the trains
amber
the crosswalk in shibuya
cute japanese girls with blonde hair
there were a lot of them
like...a LOT
guys with really nice hair
his ensemble
this older lady
people that were kind enough to walk us to our destination
harajuku girls
performers at yoyogi park
japanese greasers
more harajuku girls
vivienne weswood? comme des garcons?
shit like this
the lights
their toilets
being completely lost
i never wanted to be found.
