Yeah, I'd say it's just them being physically in the way a lot. Especially in Tokyo, where things work because everyone is moving smoothly along. Then you have tourists getting confused standing in front of ticket gates, or in front of doors, walking slowly side by side, stopping suddenly in a smoothly moving group of people to take photos, or dragging large luggage onto rush hour trains. Honestly, a lot of it is unavoidable, and I don't really blame them for it. But it's hard not to think I'd have a smoother time getting to and from if they weren't there. Especially since I lived here during COVID, when they weren't here, and I know it to be true.
Ash-brown tatters lofted on pheromones, gypsy moths flutter among boughs and across the meadow like confetti. Beyond hunger. Only sex drives the males. The females wait folded within crevices in bark. They've lost their mouths. Admirable to be so single-minded. Just days ago, as creepy adolescents they chewed the branches bare, littered the path with skeleton leaf-stalks, tore new craters out of the canopy so the sky fell through: we, too, could strip a forest, strip a continent, but not so lacily.