It is late October 2019; the trees along either bank of the Motoyasu are starting to turn pale orange and yellow and drop leaves into
As my good friends will know, I’m not one for superhero movies. To me, they mostly blur together into an aspartame-packed mêlée of action setpieces, leaden Hollywood
I was lugging these heavy old tatami mats across the pig and goat pen, to make a path over the earthen space in front of
I was stalked home by a white cat the other night. It was exceptionally odd- the cat would walk in the shadow at the edge
The steam rises, gently caressing the edges of the bamboo-pattern tiles. A pipe (real bamboo this time) brings bubbling, warm water from a hot spring.
When we’re asked what we remember about a place or time in our lives, we aren’t always honest. The truth is that what sticks with