I’m tired. Not quite fall asleep where you’re sitting tired, but trying to understand and make yourself understood tired. I had forgotten what that was like.
Tokyo makes me feel like I did when I first started learning Japanese, lost and confused. The more I learn, the more I realize what I don’t know. I’m sad that it’s my last day here, but that only makes me want to come back sooner.
"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