On the rainy streets of Kyoto I passed by an empty bar. At first glance of the Geisha painting my poor eyesight led me to believe she was real. I thought I had caught a glimpse of some soul lost in the ponderment of the human condition. Then I realized it was just a painting. Then I realized pondering is lame and I would never think about dumb shit like existence or what it means to be human or why people get sad or any of that dumb shit.

But nah I’m lying I do be thinking about shit.