Tokyo — In a dim dawn sky, the last moments of moonlight faintly illuminate Mount Fuji’s summit. I ponder whether I will ever again see  the flower tipped [cherry] trees of Ueno and Yanaka. My favourite dis...
Tokyo — In the words of John McBride, the translator and steward of this Basho account, on why he chose to follow and study Basho’s work: I am asked why I enjoy walking. Initially the walks allowed me a sens...
Tokyo — The months and days are travellers of eternity. Just like the years that come and go. For those who live their lives on boats, or lead horses towards old age, their lives are travel, their journeys ar...