In my head is the Utada Hikaru song "Traveling." I only remember the refrain and never really looked at the lyrics in translation. This part sticks out to me the most: Frolic with the waves, seduce the clouds At last, we meet Blame it on my youth, I give it away too quickly ‘Tis all but dust in the wind This makes me think of the allure of traveling. You can act a certain way, but those memories are temporary compared to how a city or a place remembers you. Well, usually. The shot above is of Chicago when I went on the architectural boat tour. Chicago was a revelation to me of younger people appreciating the arts from poetry to plays. I visited the Poetry Foundation, went to a reading and discussion. I visited Steppenwolf theater, which the production of Amadeus was really good. Being back here in San Jose/San Francisco, it's not like people aren't into the arts, but it's me carving out a usual routine in familiar setti...
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