I remember few concrete things from the wacky Jetsons cartoon. But certain things remain sharp. They had robot football, this angered me. They also had a machine that could control dreams. You got to dream about whatever you wanted. How cool would that be?
I find the older I get the more garbage my dreams are. It’s a mess of bad nonsense. I can barely remember a thing. I think a pet dinosaur stole my television. Whatever.
But Japan is there quite often in a way nowhere else is. I have no idea why. I haven’t been to Japan in ten years. Money and time keep getting in my way.
I think it’s because I lived there. I suppose I equally dream about places I lived growing up and just think nothing of it. Japan’s different because it’s the outlier.
I’m usually like scaling mountains, or somewhere near the water, and always roto-sushi. I’m always wandering around crowded streets trying to find a place to eat roto-sushi. If I was a billionaire I’d first open my own brewery. Then I’d open my own roto-sushi place so I could visit it forever.
I don’t know what all this means. Don’t really care. So whatever, here’s a shot of Fugi in the fog I took back then. This seems dream-like. Win.