Drafting Rivers. How It's Made
It was Monday morning when I took that local train. Quite a long one, around three-hours journey. I will likely be the only foreigner inside when it starts departing. A bunch of high school students filled up the train. I enjoyed watching their keychain hanging on their backpack. A lot of cute characters and my mind was full of wonder, imagining what kind of person are they by the keychains they owned.
This journey started after I confessed to a friend how I felt emotionally exhausted in my current “home”. It was a good hiking day we took when the sun shone brightly and the breeze of the mountain took both of us leaving the town down there, escaping the reality by the humming while Elton John’s Rocket Man played along. Yes, we both are in search of a "home". We felt and know the exact emotion that is caused by our current "home". There is a question that came up, something like, "Are we gonna be someone else, hiding our real feelings, hiding our true wills, collecting all the recognition, even if we don’t feel it’s right, in the hope of better "home"?
Looks like I am the stubborn one. I knew what I was gonna choose even in the coming soon days. It’s a sad hard choice—I can’t say what others choose is wrong. I experienced it as well. You know, when you stay because there is no choice. It’s really hard. Before we said goodbye that time, I got some info about the beautiful local train route. It could lead me to the beach in Shizuoka and seems as if my soul had a strong calling to follow this route.
The keychains still swinging as before 8 am they all get off at Ichikawahonmachi station. It's their school station likely. The train continues the long journey again. Passing by some station I like the name of. Passing by a big river with a sparkle on it. Passing by a green bamboo forest with an old couple that got in and took a seat close to me. The song in my earphones keeps looping. Sounding the one which I always listen to. Feel relieved after kind of running away from "home". It was nearby Shizuoka when a foreign couple came and seat across mine. I thought they were cool. They also took a local train and chose the long journey as I do.
When it finally reached Shizuoka, the clouds appeared and covered the one that I wanted to see, Fuji-san. I kept my eyes on the side that I was sure it was there. Hoping the clouds will disappear a little bit. For a moment, the train track surprised me with a view of the city from up the hill. It was a beautiful moment. And there, not so long after, I saw Fuji-san! Still shy under the clouds but I knew it greeted me with a huge smile as I also did. After Fuji-san left behind, my train stopped at the last station. There we are to our destination. I already screenshot the way I should take for today's walk. It was around 5 km. I look around and take it slow as usual. Immersing new place as an alien that came from far away. I saw a small veggies farm with a huge soramame that was ready to harvest. The manhole cover also shows a new look with Fuji-san and another one with Princess Kaguya, I believe. It's so nice being in a new place where you know nothing a lot about it and decided to explore it by yourself. The hot sunshine made me swing by to the Seven-Eleven. Went a bit for the toilet and bought yummy sweet coffee milk to celebrate the day while walking. It was quite a hot day as I opened my brown jacket and put on my blue hat.
I walk through the direction until I reach a sign of the place I want to go. Some wild grass covered along the way as the road changed into sand. My face was full with a huge smile when I heard the waves. It's there finally! I arrived at the place where the Fuji River met the Pacific Ocean. The vivid colour of both of them gave me a goosebumps. I sat on the driftwood and enjoyed the breeze over my face. Today's bento is a roast sausage, a simple sandwich and our sweet Seven-Eleven coffee milk. I found some vibrant stones while enjoying my lunch. Putting on the big stones close to me and planning to bring them back as a souvenir. A little dog comes by with a smiley woman. Playing around its feet with the water and running across to the sand. There are some surfer afar, enjoying their sunny day with the waves. I like the place like this, seems quiet yet every corner has its energy.
Finally, it's the time. I put out my drawing and looked around. Feeling the sadness that still and always be there these past couple of months. Or maybe way far long before? I said to myself, yes it is as it is. I hold my Nokia phone after putting in my drawing inside the water. Letting it drown with a plastic bag and stones that holding it on. My tears came, my hands a bit shaken, and my knees got tired. But the sun shines beautifully, the wind blows gently yet steadily gets harder, and the river, there it is already.
5 minutes shoot. One take that I don't even know what it is for.
I was quite shocked when realized no one was on the beach. I likely sat quite long after shooting the video. Quickly packing and going, I saw some young fisherman with their fishing gear, joking around and walking towards me. It helps me feel at ease again. Walking back along the way before, taking another route to the station, found some things that made me stop a bit to enjoy, until I was on the train again, back to another three-hours journey, where the sunset accompanied me. Where the old man across me enjoyed his fruit and wine which was funny because he seemed a little drunk and peeling the apple with a knife as it was his kitchen.
As the train closer to that station. I have decided already. I am leaving. I am stopping it here. I am dropping it all here. I will say it all here as well. It's likely will be the worst in 20 years. It's likely will be muzukashi. But I am happy. I am happy that I am standing up for myself and for other artists who chose to stay. They stayed because they had no choice. It’s not easy to come to this "home". We are all in our process.
As with drafting the rivers, the stones will stop us at some point, yet the flow of the waters remains. Even at its tiny phase. It's still there.