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Illustration by Lily Morgan
You may have gathered that every so often, I’m partial to a bit of philosophy. What could be nicer, on a dreary afternoon, than a nice thick smoothie of Schopenhauer or Kant? Except a bowl of gizzards perhaps. So I’m delighted today to introduce The Cats of Tetsugaku-no-michi, Ingrid Jendzrejewski‘s story in the Cat Tales anthology.
You are on the path between Ginkaku-ji and Nanzen-ji known as Tetsugaku-no-michi, the Philosopher’s Walk. It is relatively quiet; hanami is coming to a close, and the fallen sakura blossoms now look less like magical confetti and more like a carpet of muddy sludge. Still, it is a beautiful day, the water in the canal is burbling merrily, and you are surrounded by the pleasant smell of springtime.
There are temples and shrines everywhere. Otoyo, Honen-in, Eikando. You don’t have long in Kyoto so you know you shouldn’t be wasting…
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