It started with a homecoming. Familiar city streets. Streets I’ve walked a hundred times before, where I can trace the road crossings and vending machines.
Hi all, Haven’t written for a month or so. I’ve been busy here, catching up with people, and making the most of a sweet spot
with many thanks to Kazuhiko, whom I spoke to at Hiroshima Social Book Cafe, Dohashicho (near Dobashi streetcar station).
I’ve learnt a lot about Japan in the last nine months, as I’ve got to grips with life in an unfamiliar society. I’ve written about
‘If the cherry blossoms lasted six months, nobody would love them’. This sentence1 lies close to the heart of Japanese culture. Right now, the cherry
It’s rare for me, but I’m struggling to find something to say. Usually there’s too much, to the extent that I’m forced to self-edit. I’ve