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About Kyoto

So, I’d prolly start somewhere sketchy—neon lights flickerin’, dudes in trench coats, the works. I’d be all nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’, “Tina, you’re an idiot, why’re you here?” But then—bam!—I spot her. She’s leanin’ against a wall, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the damn street. I’m like, “Okay, she’s got that *New World* vibe—‘The earth is the mother of all people,’ right?” She’s earthy, real, no BS.

TRAFFIC LINES

In , Minamata Bay was a sleepy fishing village, located on the west coast of the Japanese island of Kyushu about miles south- west of Tokyo.

First off, I hit up the Minamata Bay. It’s beautiful, right? But then I see this sign about mercury pollution. Like, seriously? I’m tryna enjoy the view, and here’s this heavy reminder of the past. Ugh! It’s like a punch in the gut. I mean, c’mon, can’t we just chill by the water without the dark history looming over us?

How should we look at images of horror and suffering?