I remembered and compared

from time to time life feels quite surreal

like when you walk up a mountain and it doesn’t seem to end since all you see are trees and shrines and stairs; and all you hear are cicadas and water; and suddenly a deep-growling thunder without rain or light; and the air is so thick you can almost touch it; and suddenly you are on top and theres an old man filling up a vending machine with water and soda and a cigarette is almost burning his lips from which it hangs while he silently curses the bottles not wanting to fit in; and right next to him there’s a graveyard and a tree half-dead, half-alive struck by countless lightnings and it’s still not raining


don’t missunderstand – Fushimi Inari is definitelly one of the most beautiful and magical places I’ve ever been to, but without fail also one of the creepiest


going down was like going back to reality after two hours in a parallel world – going down also included an attempt to flirt with me, from a guy I could only seen for half



but either way – at the moment it feels a bit like walking thru this huge shrine area again, just without all the sweat and cicadas and greenery… but maybe at the top an old guy cursing a vending machine while getting his lips burned by a cigarette is waiting & this guy will show me the way

after three and a half years of climbing I am not sure what to do when I am on top – aiming for the next mountain would be an option…


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