Brian Eno’s Music for Airports is one of my favorite music of all time. This music was the soundtrack of my life in my teens and in my 20’s. If a CD could be burned by repeated listening, mine would be scorched black.
The story goes that Eno was frustrated about the light and easy music in airports around 80’s. The music seemed to be designed to soothe those who have fear of flying as if telling them “you are not going to die”. But Brian Eno said “you might die, but in cosmic sense that won’t matter”.
So a deep and meditative Music for Airports was born. And it is delightfully deep and fresh, still in 2022.
It was made so that it could be interrupted any time by the airport announcements. With this the new genre of music “ambient” became to life.
I feel the world needs more art like this that encourages exploration of thought and more spiritual way of life instead of material. Because we all will most certainly die. I think I am not the only one who is experiencing this kind of thirst for more art.
(Bang on a Can made a fully acoustic version of the album which is also definitely worth of listening.)
Ever since I visited Finland and held my father’s old sickle that I used to cut some of the overgrown bushes; I have had back pain. It comes and goes, being always the absolute worst in morning.
I broke my 11th vertebra back in 2017, that is 11T counting from the top, just leaving one more of the thorasic vertebra before lumbar vertebra L1. It seems to be the one in the center that gets most stress if torso is moved to left or right.
Someone wiser than me said “there are two types of people who do not experience mental suffering, those who are psychopaths and those who are dead”.
I am of course not immune to the shock I think we all experience when realizing a kind of existential crises; nothing will last and as sure as hell we will all perish leaving nothing but a faint memory behind. Seeing parents fading away and our hometown overgrowing with weeds does bring the entropy to our doorstep. A sudden package of uncertainness that sure has effect on the body core as well. And muscle-skeletal system is what literally keep us upright.
So dragging my heavy luggage (because of my job I carry a typical 3D artist gaming laptop behemoth that weights same as an infant), I indeed was wondering have I totally screwed up my back for good with my recless act of attempting to use a farmer’s tool despite not being a farmer. Somewhere deep I felt I had to kind of be like my father used to be, the overgrown bushes needed to be dealt with despite my sister saying I shouldn’t care about them. Dragging the luggage in airport also did not improve my condition to say the least.
It has been now over a month and the pain has not got better, if anything it has gotten slightly worse. I have been to five different kind of hospitals, taken MRI and over four X-Rays. Also have had my lungs checked just in case, luckily they seem clear.
Visiting the hospital where I spent the November 2017, I was told “since you have had accident like this there is nothing you can do but accept it”. First days thinking about that I felt incredibly sad. Is this my fate then, to live like this, being hindered with a chronic pain?
But then there are numerous people who have had way worse fate than me facing even death, still being able to enjoy life. I know for a fact that life can be fullfilling experience even with less than ideal circumstances. This is a first step for me that I am trying to take with somewhat unsure footing.
I guess I was just lucky for these five years since the accident. The back took six months to heal, but since then I have not had any really terrible episodes, except just a few times a wiches shot, or gikkuri goshi. More or less I have lived a normal life.
Indeed it surprises me that none of the doctors I visited even try to imagine if there could be anything that could be done, it is just “you have to gaman it (bear the pain without complaining)”.
I have had a whole two days when the pain has been way less and I was more or less able to even forget about it for a moment. Now the pain has returned like a rebel teenage son returning home; I know it in my guts that it is going to stay at least for a while and there is positively nothing I can do about it. I have stopped taking the pain killers as they only postpone the inevitable pain, and I am also unsure of the long term effect they have on my body. If I can bear the pain, I will if it builds up my resilience.
I am attempting the back muscle training where one lies down on fours, lifting the opposing left and arm. Unsure if this is a good idea but it is all I have at this point. This is said to bring strength to the balancing core muscles that protect the core while being relatively easy on the spine. Having the potential of improving the core muscles would be beneficial anyway and who knows one day this would ease the pain.
I sure hope to get better in time. But what actually gives me hope is trusting in my capacity to endure the pain that I seem to have to live with from now.
Some years ago in summer in Tokyo. We used to hang out with Melody a lot.
Some years ago in Tokyo with my friend.
Long time ago in Tokyo.
I visited the country I was born in. This time a stab of loneliness. It’s impossible to explain it. It felt like the country had turned it’s back on me.
But the trees smelled just like they always did.
I took these photos last week of N.
There is not much I can write about the photos because they already speak for themselves.
But I suppose the way I take photos is intensive and sentimental process for me. The pictures anticipate the following solitude. The moment that is forever in the photos but never again. I only watch you and the tidal wave from other side. I am thankful for getting to know you.
Then I wish I could increase the beauty in the world a little a bit.
I took pictures with actress Narumi Sakurai. It was such a nice day.
We took a walk in old Japanese shopping street with a lot of old and broken buildings. Some of the buildings were being demolished and some trees were being cut.
I think photography for me is a kind of intimate process. I like to take a photo in casual setting. There are no hard rules.
I found old film that I had forgotten to develop. I had seen it floating around in my cupboard. Today I finally decided to develop it. I was unsure if it was some test film that had just some nonsense or blank frames in it. After pouring out the fixer I was happy to notice it had images.
I used to have a friend from Kyoto. She visited Yokohama sometimes. I lost in touch with her. She was in one of the frames.
Actually taking reliving a moment through photos is unnatural. Before we had camera we were not able to do that, we had to live in the moment because we had no way of getting the moment back. Maybe to take photo is one of our way to fight entropy, our effort to try to avoid the inevitable heat death. Actually universe is getting colder little by little but we humans try to keep warm.
I used to say “it is very natural action for me to take a photo” but actually can photography be natural? Because it is like cheating, we try to hold onto what cannot be held onto.
Seeing images like this and being reminded of people I no longer can see.. It does make me feel.