I miss living in a sharehouse in Japan.
It was an interesting place.
People from all over the world, connected by their love of this strange island country all living under one roof. Likely to have made the trip there all lone in hopes of fulfilling some romantic dream they have towards Japan. Owing to that, they want to connect.
It was interesting.
Because people have stories.
I like meeting people and hearing their stories.
People’s stories make for good..well everything really.
There’s no such thing as useless information.
There’s also no such thing as a useless story.
Somewhere out there, someone needed to hear a certain story.
Never hurts to collect them.
I wonder, maybe I should start a sharehouse so I can collect people’s stories too.