Sannomiya | Kobe, Japan
Just went through my Tumblog to find the (really) old stuff from back when my writing was interesting. Re-read a lot of reblogs, photos, and posts of things from Japan.
I saw pictures of the island I lived on and found myself thinking, Yup—that’s where I was almost two years ago, but I didn’t long for it in the same way that I did last year. And while on the surface that’s a good thing, it means that I’m beginning to compartmentalize that stage of my life; in Catcher terms, those years are beginning to peer back at me from the opposite side of their glass case.
But, strangely, even more than photos of my home, my favorite foods, and my train platform, this photo gave me that sudden lump-in-throat feeling.
It’s funny; I think I know where this alley is, but I probably couldn’t take you there. There’s nothing special about it. But everything in the photo—the glass case on the left, the 2F sign in the background, the long and winding urban alleyway instantly turning into a block of apartments, the prices in red against a white and yellow sign on the right—put me back two years. I can feel myself walking through this alley, somewhere in the middle of my 6-man group of friends, all of us 17, none of us really knowing how completely different 18 short months would make everything. And that’s when I remember how alone I am.