A nice essay on Shinjuku’s charms and not so charming things.
Pain. It’s a daily companion. It is far easier to count the days when I don’t feel pain then when I do and when that happens, I am acutely aware of it. It happens when I walk which pisses me off. I used to have a very infantry mindset of if the destination is less than two miles, it is walking distance. So not too long ago, I walked everywhere hard and fast. Most of the time it is a very low level pain; Not enough to debilitate me, but just enough to let me know that it is there. The more active I am, the more intrusive the pain becomes… It is as simple as that. I try not to let it dictate my life, but it lets me know my limits. Last August I climbed Mt. Oyama and pushed the pain to the limits. While writing this I…
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