Fear and procrastination never see adventure

This is a small harbour in Itoshima, Japan. It is rural Japan, old Japan, working Japan, life would chug along here as it would anywhere else, even if it was to a very different drum. I would cycle down here and wander about, to see what the light was doing, how it was effecting everything, any new boats in, maybe have some oysters and a beer.

I got a puncture one evening and so, abandoned the bike here, at the back of this store and set about on foot. I kept looking back, at the light , at my bike, at that store, at that window, the electric cables …..maybe the isolation, or the trapped feeling of all in there.

I thought about being in that store and the view obscured from the junk in front of the window, my junk, maybe. About my bike underneath the window, not visible but there, always there, for when ever I needed to leave, escape. I thought about the telegraph poles and all that internet and connection above my head, the distractions that they all really are. I thought about the barrow at the side ,good enough to wheel my excuses around in and about the pole with its flag, waiting to be raised when finally my alter self got out of that shed and on that bike and got away …..away to adventure, to a new experience

Then I stared at my bike and its puncture and I walked back to it, for I am not in that shed, I am in Japan………..
and in that warm evening, I walked that bike, 3 miles back to the Art Residency……
and felt no fear, no longing, for I was in Japan…..
and this was a great adventure