10.15.25: Japan Trains

Japanese trains are surgical in their precision. To the second, doors open, and an army of commuters flows in and out like clockwork. The silence inside is almost unnerving, everyone scrolling, reading, or pretending to nap. I once sneezed too loud and felt like I’d broken a sacred pact. There’s something admirable about the respect baked into the system, but also something strange. You realize how chaotic most countries are when compared. Order feels foreign at first, then addictive. Until you miss the mess, the random guitar player in a subway tunnel, the flaws that remind you it’s human.