My sports therapy clinic’s walls are lined with a series of overly agile, proud and eloquent Japanese calligraphy scrolls that almost seem to nag and mock the painful wrists, arms, necks, knees that are being treated in the establishment. Or are they meant to be read as an encouragement to get better soon and regain full control of our artistic, or otherwise, endeavours? Those poor 80yo lady’s hands were nowhere near recovery though, so what other wisdom lies hidden in these scripts?
"I'm from Libya," he said. I don't know what to say. It's as if he'd told me he'd just come from his father's funeral.
The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
Editing is interpreting.
The Riddle of Steel.
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
Rêve de centre commercial-piscine
Birthday walk home