Dokkodo: Lonesome Road of Running

Day 42, I woke up at the airport, my head was hazy and I wasn't sure if I had slept or not. My body still hadn't accepted the loss of my daily routine of running at sunrise. The end of a travel is always cruel like this. There are countless tourists at Tan Son Nhat International Airport. Of course there are solo travelers and couples, but also families on trips, and groups that look like they were on a package tour organized by an agricultural cooperative in the Showa era in Japan... People who come to the city for the first time from rural areas and board a plane look like that at a glance. When you keep moving every day, you lose your desires. If I can sleep in a place with water and food to survive the day, and a roof, ceiling, and walls to protect you from the rain and wind, I have a simple feeling that everything is okay. When I return to my normal life, I'm covered in worldly desires again, but sometimes going on a trip like this helps me reset my consciousness. These...