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.
In my more cynical moments, I’ve grumbled that all Japanese cities look the same, an endless expanse of YouMe malls, flat pack apartments and telegraph
This morning in Tokyo, the rain is torrential, and I am delighted. Summer Camp has been a rewarding experience, but summer, as a concept, I
Dear Diary, The days are long here in the cloudlands, but the mornings are breathtaking.
When I started writing this blog, just over a year ago, I wrote in my founding document (Article 5) that I promised to be honest
Summer In those first days Hunched and limbsore on the rooftop of the city, Drinking the morning sun- I wondered If lights and sounds could