Consider the itinerant walker’s lodging in Koguchi, central Kii: tatami flooring, shōji doors, big windows opening out onto riverside foliage but, huh, underwear and compression spats hanging upside down from silicon braided rope, two wicker chairs in late-afternoon light cushions aglow, on left wall small box for ¥100 coins to operate air conditioner at one-hour intervals, atop chabudai on left edge of frame: the remains of a conbini lunch, a thermos now empty once filled with Ethiopian coffee, bottom edge of frame: floor strewn with walker goods, first-aid kit and assorted items, yukata provided by the inn pressed and folded with toothbrush, never to be unwrapped or worn on this particular day by this particular walker since this walker has his own brush, his own pajamas, his own way of doing things when walking for a good long while, and the futon, of course, laid out upon arrival now because of Covid protocols, and already ruffled because, perhaps, even though this shot was taken before five PM, it is likely the walker in question couldn’t resist “going supine” for a few minutes after the bath, couldn’t resist having gravity press a spinal column into the thin mattress and down toward those tatami before getting up and starting on the evening’s work.