Early September 2025, I spent 2 weeks in Japan, beginning my journey in Tokyo. I spent all day walking the streets, alleys, hopping buses, only getting on the wrong train twice, thrifting, discovering temples, and drinking ginger ale in peaceful parks.
I am a sentimental soul, always longing for the past and dreaming about the future. My heart breaks as I rebuild it. I find peace in my panic. These are raw moments of authenticity, slices of life, echos left behind.
