I flew into Kansai/Osaka airport. I was too busy following the instructions I’d been given on how to get to and onto the bullet train, thinking three steps ahead, and double checking everything to make sure I didn’t make any mistakes to notice much around me. Even years later though, what remains vivid is that the thing that made the largest impression on me travelling on the bullet train from Osaka down to Fukuoka was the number of tunnels and the experience of going through them at such speed. Sunlight, green and blue, black—–. Sunlight, green and blue, black——–. Sunlight, green and blue, black——. Along with the distinctive sound changes…