BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY IMAGES OF JAPAN AND THE PAST in my phototstream, I have had some friends suggest I return to Yokoham and go ambling about in all of my old haunts. Thanks, but no thanks; I have learned that the old adage "the more things change, the more they remain the same" is a tragic myth. It's impossible to go back, at least for me.
The error in this train of thought is that although there might be a few of the old haunts left, they would not be the same: those that were there, those who made the tour such a beautiful and romantic interlude would be absent. There is this matter of aging in the flesh; there is this matter of how quickly youth is spent.
There is the reality of the wrinkles that replace the rosy and sanguine cheeks and lips, the lustre of the hair and the light of hope in youthful eyes. No, there is no way to go back...
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