Here the clock doesn't run things, the season does — when the rice fields turn gold, everyone seems to head out at once. You loop the town square, drink some tea, and nobody rushes you, mostly because there's nowhere else to go anyway. Walk toward the plain and your head clears; walk back to the market and you'll recognize a face. Can't decide? Don't sweat it — roll the dice and let this unhurried little town handle the rest at its own pace.