I’m writing from a hostel in Fukuoka, the sixth-largest city in Japan, the site of the second-largest Japanese port, and a cultural… no. I’m writing from a hostel in Fukuoka. The curtains are drawn. A vague must mixes with the metallic odor of the air freshener seemingly used in lieu of custodial services. The cheap bunkbed groans in frustation each time I shift my weight to awaken my tired legs. In my head, several months have passed over the last two weeks. In my head.
Wind
Wind
Wind
I’m writing from a hostel in Fukuoka, the sixth-largest city in Japan, the site of the second-largest Japanese port, and a cultural… no. I’m writing from a hostel in Fukuoka. The curtains are drawn. A vague must mixes with the metallic odor of the air freshener seemingly used in lieu of custodial services. The cheap bunkbed groans in frustation each time I shift my weight to awaken my tired legs. In my head, several months have passed over the last two weeks. In my head.