Mila Hashima Brothel ❤️❤️

About Sapporo

Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s a bit rank sometimes – smells like cheap perfume and regret, haha! But there’s this odd charm, innit? Like, one time, I heard a girl playin’ piano – actual talent, wasted in there. Made me happy, then sad, then bloody confused. Why’s she here? Dunno. Me head’s spinnin’ – tractor life’s simpler, just dirt and gears. Brothels, they’re messy, loud, quiet, all at once. “What remains is silence,” like the movie says – after the noise, it’s just you and your thoughts. Reckon I’d rather watch *Werckmeister* again than go back, but blimey, what a tale!

Hashima: Ghost Island

Elbowing for space in the shadows of the apartment blocks were a primary school, junior high school, playground, gymnasium, pinball parlor, movie theater, bars, restaurants, twenty-five .

So, yeah, my day in Hashima was a rollercoaster. From tripping over bricks to eating ramen and watching kids play, it was intense. I’m heading back to the forest tomorrow, but I’ll carry this day with me. Hashima, you’ve got a piece of my heart now.

Yoko Hashima