I realized I had been living as if the world had already revealed all its secrets. I was waiting for big news, dramatic events, travel to exotic places. But Nakajima found mystery in her own commute. She didn’t need a new river. She needed new eyes.
I used to feel trapped in waiting rooms, long lines, or traffic. Now I do my Ignorance Scan. Suddenly the ceiling tile pattern becomes interesting. Why are they arranged that way? Who installed them? What is their story? shiranai koto shiritai koto
But here is the truth: