It's weird to think that Japan exists right now and the people are still doing the things they’d normally do even though I'm not there.

They’re asleep right now or something but some of them aren’t, some might be looking at the sky thinking about the Americans and what they’re doing.

The places I once visited continue to exist after I visit them. In my self centered world, the entire narrative revolves around me and my experiences and everything happening outside of my bubble is inconsequential.

That barista from this morning is still behind that counter doing whatever. baristas do. I wonder where she’ll go and what will happen after she finishes her shift. What will be for dinner? What debts does she owe? What are her worries? Who cares? I’m sure no one else is wondering these questions about her.