Moss on My Shoes: That Rainy Town in Japan I'll Never Forget (Yeah, the Twitter Hosted a Panic Session Last Week, But)

Just jumped off a train at midnight because the map said I'd be there in 2 hours and I was sprinting, hauling my duffel bag like I'm dropping it in a fire. *Death Valley* vibes but weirder-desert? Nah, just this town where every tomato grows inside a blown-up balloon, and the streetlights spell basic phrases in a script I think died in the 2000s, per that one Japanese taxi driver who looked like he'd been chain-smoking since the Shogunate, y'know, "A'ight, so Google Maps told me it's a 12-minute walk to the café that gives you free ramen, but here's the deal: 2 bagsuuu too much.

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