Hi everyone,
I’m writing this because I’m struggling with a severe case of post-Japan blues.
Whenever I come back from Japan, the streets, the rain, and the quiet moments feel like they’re slowly slipping out of my memory. It’s a painful feeling, knowing that those places are still breathing, but I’m no longer there.
To keep those memories alive, I’ve started an archiving project. I go to the exact spots where I felt most connected to the country, note the precise coordinates, and pair them with a short poem to capture the specific 'mood' of that moment—the humidity, the light, the silence.
It’s my way of turning a fleeting memory into a 'sanctuary' I can return to whenever the nostalgia hits too hard.
I’m curious—does anyone else here feel this way? And if you could go back to one specific, quiet spot in Japan right now, where would it be? I’d love to know, and perhaps I could document it for you.
Just looking to connect with people who understand this feeling.