Toyama, Japan
2018
The trip was an opportunity for me to converse with myself during moments of solitude, and there is a certain sense of ease when you are right smack in the middle of unfamiliar territory – never really seeing myself as part of the picture but rather a spectator of a world with elements that I don’t get to see back home.
In other words, it was a break from my reality, as all trips should feel.
Takaoka was my home for a week, and this sleepy town made me hear myself clearer than any other place could.
My first evening, I felt the crushing desolation that seemed to hang from the air as I went around the nearby park. It followed me back to my hotel room and invited disturbing visions in my head. As the week rolled on though, I found myself blending into its demeanor.
There are many things that I took notice of in this place that I would not have otherwise seen if I were one of its inhabitants.