Untitled Memo

Sitting on the promenade in Lisbon after dinner and a few drinks as the sun falls beyond the horizon;

Walking along the river opposite of all the attractions in Takayama as if time wasn’t finite, bikes strewn and not a single other soul around;

Passing all the well shaded pathways to the beaches lining Lac Léman as I ride on a bus to the next commune over to run my errands;

Leaving my usual hair salon in Ebisu and strolling through the idyllic streets connecting it with Daikanyama and Meguro, every turn seemingly a perfect backdrop for photos;

Recently, all these ‘scenes’ have been resurfacing my memories - constantly fighting to be the center of my attention. Maybe it’s time for a serious change. I’m fed up with this slow burn of empty days as the paper calendar sheds its pages.