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

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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

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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

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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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