Ginzan Onsen

Do you ever have places you’ve never been become a part of you? I want to be clear about something: I don’t even go to spas in my own city other than once last year to do an ice bath because I’d listened to the Wim Hof and Frank Ocean interview. So shoot me, when I’m not sure what to do next I imitate the people I want to be like. Anyway, at some point in the past, Ginzan Onsen burrowed maybe halfway to my emotional magma core and crystallized, and I don’t know that I can explain why. And I’m not sure that I feel a need to know why, either. Isn’t it a relief sometimes to find a gem in the great sheets of our own igneous rock and leave it be? Here’s the picture I keep around when I need to spend a few moments there, wherever I am.