From the comfort of a warm tropical, humid climate, similar to the nurturing atmosphere a womb provides a fetus – a nomadic essence, transcending realms, departing from one tangible location to another, I departed through the tunnel of darkness, destined for terrior intelligence.
Exiting the final train of thought, an awakening of the senses in a brisk environment that must be rapidly adapted to enhance our ability to adapt and survive. Helplessly carried and cradled – nestled in the bosom of a bus for what seemed and eternity. Barely able to focus my eyes through the haze of sterile humanity.
Untouched nature, coastal views opposite the golden coast of the pacific, parallel to the PCH prior to the migration of the stars, a time when things were still wild. Drearily crawling from the bassinet, still in a state of shock and fatigue from the journey. We found ourselves standing at the gates of our temporary nursery.
King Block Dean (El.Sin.Say)
– Nikka / Yoichi Distillery (Sapporo) 2016
The Transit – Taiwan —> Tokyo —> Sapporo train —> bus —> distillery = 7,000 JPY
