Up in Fukashima, while far from normal, order seems to be making slow progress. The reactors remain in a tenuous balance trickling radiation, but at least for now, the situation isn't diving into catastrophe. Here in the southwestern part of Japan, life is blessedly mundane.
Sunday, Eddy and I went up into the mountains to visit our town's historical mining site
Minetopia Besshi. Not finding the museum very interesting (by Eddy's lead) we explored the area and discovered a site of abandoned homes.
It was impossible not to think of the victims of the tsunami. There were only a few homes, long forgotten. They gave me the tiniest sense of the scale, the enormity of the of destruction up north.
The houses were mostly empty but I found myself playing archeologist, looking for signs, and reconstructing imaginary lives. I thought how paradoxical, that it was the very presences of objects that made the spaces feel eerily barren.
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| A calendar from October 1996. |
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| Painted closet doors in surprisingly good condition. |
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| a faded poster |
All reminders of the beauty of impermanence.
Sunday, Eddy and I went up into the mountains to visit our town's historical mining site Minetopia Besshi. Not finding the museum very interesting (by Eddy's lead) we explored the area and discovered a site of abandoned homes.
It was impossible not to think of the victims of the tsunami. There were only a few homes, long forgotten. They gave me the tiniest sense of the scale, the enormity of the of destruction up north. 
The houses were mostly empty but I found myself playing archeologist, looking for signs, and reconstructing imaginary lives. I thought how paradoxical, that it was the very presences of objects that made the spaces feel eerily barren. 
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