This travel note is really about the feeling of moving through a whole day of transfers. Walking from one station to the next, it always seems as if the route has not quite begun or ended, yet the memory is already taking shape. What stays with me is not a landmark but the slope, the shade, and the station announcements while waiting.
I want the travel section to make room for this kind of less guidebook-like material. It is not telling other people how to go. It is helping me recognize the rhythm of that day afterward.