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Fukuoka, 2024.09.23

Today I had quite a walk across the city, probably another 10km jaunt including the walk to Hakata station in the morning. It was quite pleasant, although I found myself at one point in what I can only describe as the Mississauga of Fukuoka (shudder). I visited the old castle ruins, a very nice park built around a large pond, and also visited the Fukuoka Tower. Along the way I made time for an early dinner and had the superb luck of finding a Nepalese place called "スリランカにしじん" in Nishijin. I cannot stress this enough: the carrot had coconut in it! So, so good. The whole thing was damn good, I could see all the containers of spices in the kitchen and hear them banging away to prepare each dish.

rand()m quote

Meaning is not something you stumble across, like the answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt. Meaning is something you build into your life. You build it out of your own past, out of your affections and loyalties, out of the experience of humankind as it is passed on to you, out of your own talent and understanding, out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something. The ingredients are there. You are the only one who can put them together into that unique pattern that will be your life. Let it be a life that has dignity and meaning for you. If it does, then the particular balance of success or failure is of less account.

—John Gardner