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Chase the Clouds Until They Disappear

On the train ride this morning, I got a seat. And I didn't need to break my leg, get pregnant, or even pretend I'd done either of those things

The activity today was to go to Ghibli Museum. Ghibli is a production company which brings such films as My Neighbor Totoro, Kiki's Delivery Service, and Howl's Moving Castle.

The only one of those movies I'd watched had been Kiki's Delivery Service, and that had been on VHS. Even so, the museum had been very impressive. There were different sections of the museum dedicated to different parts of the production, with lots of drawings and animations. Images from Kiki's Delivery Service brought up fond nostalgia. Other parts were just really cute (there was a cat bus from Totoro that small children were able to climb in) or simply amazing.

For instance, one of the rooms was dedicated to scenery. That room was meant to be a somewhat 'in progress' shot of a studio, I guess? There were pictures around the walls, and two different desks with (plastic representations of) paint jars on them. By one of the desks was an overflowing pile of books. The titles were mostly in English, and were things like 'Gardening,' and 'Wild flowers' and 'A Guide to Roses on English Manor Houses.'

Another room had a bookshelf, with books about drawing humans and animals in motion. Next to that was a reel of a hand-drawn horse galloping.

Another room had a drawing in several different stages of completion, ranging from rough sketch to complete finished. Next to it were several different color guides, like what you find in department stores when you want to paint your house. I could imagine people flipping through it and trying to figure out exactly what shade of red Kiki's bow should be in that frame.

All those things- all that research, all those decisions, all that work- all for a picture that would flash by in the fraction of a second. It's so minor, but so important. No single frame could tell the story all by itself, but in combination, the frames all blur together.

For some reason, the school thought this would be a good trip to pay attention to the pre-designated end time with. It took half an hour to get there, so the official end time was an hour after we arrived. However, we were already in the museum, and we were given train tickets back, so we were free to stay later (or even leave earlier) if we so chose, we just needed to be able to get from there back to our houses.

I intended to leave with the main group. It was animated films that I hadn't seen most of, and would just vaguely recognize some images as being a reference, without being able to tell you what it was a reference to. One hour still wasn't enough for me. Which means the way back to the train station, then the way from the train station back to my house, needed to be navigated with 1 (and then 0) other person.

On the way back to my house, I passed people in suits with white umbrellas and black earpieces. They, along with the workers in bright vests with reflective sticks, seemed to be directing traffic. I only passed one of them on the street, where I was confused enough to wait despite having a walk light. The man in the suit told me to go, and I'm still not entirely sure if I was supposed to be waiting or not. I was curious, and only had a partial explanation when I saw motorcycles and cars with blinking lights go by.

Posted by Soseki 05:11

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