I spent my first Japanese summer in Kyushu’s Kokura, studying the language and making friends. If you’ve ever been to Beppu, or anywhere else in Kyushu by train for that matter, you’ll certainly have made a connection there.
It’s an industrial city by the sea, and as such, the wind is always blowing. That saved me a lot of discomfort¹.
Now, when I hear this bell chime, it takes me back to that place. It reminds me of friends I’ll never meet again, and those I owe a long overdue visit. I am reminded of strolling around in long evenings, drinking until the morning, and pushing my way through crowds of people during summer festivals.
Now I’m starting over in Tokyo. Some things will be the same, others different, but I’m looking forward to all of it.
"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
Sparrow Noise
Birthday walk home
"Dear Cigarettes"