Twenty four hours after taking this photo from a friend's office window history pivoted.
I'm sure the list of everything that changed due to Covid 19 will still be in the process of being complied when they stuff me into the ground, but off the top of my head: Korean Immigration chilled way the fuck out.
I should compile my memoirs into a comic. Do you think that's something people would like?
As far as digital photography goes, the LG X4 was a wonderful music player.
I haven't been posting up art recently because I haven't been making art recently. I'm in that stage of my job where I need to get stuff ready for my replacement and it has been a real drain mentally. Trying to pull five years of work together is kind of like a tug of war...
SEGUE OF THE YEAR!
On the Japanese island of Kyushu, the place I made my home for six years and will always remain a fond memory, there are two cities that grew into each other to the point that you only knew you passed from one to the other when a local told you. Omuta was the larger of the two. Arao was the scrappy underdog. They also marked the border between Fukuoka Prefecture and Kumamoto Prefecture.
Arao was notable for its coalmine and Ultraman amusement park. Both of which shut down some time ago and the Wikipedia article is badly dated. That no one has bothered to update it shows how forgotten the city is.
Omuta is known for having a lot of yakuza.
Every year the two cities would have a tug of war event. A 500m rope snaked out across the border. Local high schools, businessmen, and civilians would try to win two out of three tugs and bragging rights for the following year.
They stopped because the population got too old to keep doing it. Even the yakuza.
