In Japan, the People, the Riding, and the Roads Are Poetry

“We were chasing an Edo poet, trying to catch his vibe. In 1684, Matsuo Bashō, the greatest haiku master, walked away from home to wander. He left depressed, lonely, and expecting to die on the medieval highways. Instead, he befriended strangers, embraced the outdoors, and returned renewed.”

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