So I was sitting in this little corner cafe on Sunday morning, you know the one with the terrible wifi but amazing oat milk lattes? The sun was hitting just right through the window, and I had my laptop open, pretending to be productive while actually just scrolling through old photos from that trip to Kyoto. Classic me. Anyway, I was trying to organize some thoughts about that trip – the temples, the food, the insane vintage stores in Shimokitazawa – and my notes were everywhere. Phone memos, random Google Docs, even a few scribbles in an actual paper notebook (remember those?). It was a mess. I needed to orientdig…