For once the road crossed the Tōhoku Shinkansen on an overpass, and I waited. The train came from the north, from under the sea, and like all Shinkansen it appeared from nowhere and was gone in a second, but it was a long second, and I watched, the train lilac and green, the summer fields of Hokkaido. At night, I reached the bay, and I listened to the murmurs of its ripples, and scallop shells showed the way to the gate of the underworld.
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These Walking Dreams is a visual field diary of a 4,300-kilometer walk from one end of Japan to the other, in the spring and summer of 2017.