bir varmış, bir yokmuş. once there was, once there wasn't.
he never reached japan. he went to arles instead and called it "the japan of the south." i went to arles for him and sat, by accident, at the table where he set his easel. now i am in japan for him. these are his places and what is left of each one — there, changed, or gone — and the places he only dreamed of. the ones marked been are the ones i have stood in.
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