I'm walking along a row of tall bushes and a car behind me, across the street, pulling out of its driveway with its lights on, makes a shadow, my shadow, but it moves such a way against the bottom part of the bushes that it looked like an animal was coming out of the bushes. Freaked me out for a second.
I've been reading Donald Ritchie's The Inner Sea. It's basically a travelogue (created from journals) about his time traveling the inner sea in Japan, an area in between three of the four main islands of Japan, where there's a bunch of smaller islands. It's sometime in the late 60's I think, the book was published in 1971 for the first time. These islands are still not super modernized people still very country, I guess. They have older traditions; they often seem to not know what happens or what even the next island over is like when it's a not very long boat ride away.
I watched the movie adaptation documentary of it on the Criterion Channel a while back, which was pretty interesting. A lot of visuals of the islands with his narration over. So I decided to read the full book, but, in the end, I'm not sure so much it was a better experience. Richie can be pretty annoying seems to not really like a lot of people.