Carmel, Stromness, Sapporo

It’s now the final weeks before my departure, so I made a brief trip to the East Asian Studies department building. Among the concise kernels of advice offered by my professor, “make sure you go out drinking in Tokyo.” In the bathroom, on the floor and stamped with grime in the jagged pattern of a shoe sole, the following business card: “Dolphin Inn, Carmel CA.” I wonder sometimes if everything is somehow connected, and whether something is calling to me, and whether I need to respond.