The entire history of human expression, slightly abridged
A room filled with bunk beds in an all-night onsen and spa in Kyoto. The room lined beds up end to end and the snoring in the room was incredible, like a bunch of chainsaws learning to dance. The light in the room was slight and gloomy, and no matter what time it was, it always felt like it was 3 a.m. I stayed there three times–usually sleeping off some trouble-making–but, after the third time, I realized that it wasn’t any fun any more, not sleeping very well in the middle of all of those strangers. The difference between your twenties and your thirties, maybe.