A not-quite-documentary. A semi-sincere travelogue. A heartfelt dispatch from the radium-scented alleyways of Misasa, Tottori—a place I once called home in a way, and now return to with cassette tapes, prescription tea, and a vague hope of cellular renewal.
This is a stitched-together series of field notes filmed over a longer-than-expected stay: walking with umbrellas, soaking with strangers, writing haiku on shrine tiles, eating meat and oranges (not together), whispering gratitude into the steam.
A love letter, not just to this onsen town—but to the act of returning. Of becoming familiar again. Of existing, gently, inside a strange and tiny world where time runs sideways and socks never quite dry.
PS Slip into this onsen ♨️ for more from Misasa:
Take a soak for more from Misasa, Tottori hot springs including video field notes – from short videos, out-and-about riffs, long soliloquies – plus poetry zines, and archival goodness, all flowing freely
