the quiet corners of kyoto

i just checked and it's...there right now, hope you like that kind of thing. the air feels stale here, like old film reels. neighbors chatter about the same stuff, nothing much. i’ve seen enough chaos to roll my eyes but still want to trace its shadows. reviews here say some spots ache, others glitter-someone told me a hidden room exists behind temp air. somewhere, a groove thrums, but i prefer not to dig. maps blur. saw a street with old signs but couldn’t parse them. need a map; maybe the city’s got too many stories to hold.